Grieving Thoughts

Grieving thoughts, the places they go What if the body, really does have a soul? What if there is no heaven or no hell? Why were we here for such a short spell? Why isn't life fair? Why do we have emotions? Why do some people care, while some have no devotions? If tomorrow was to be, your last day and you knew it. How would you spend your day? Saying goodbye to those you love Or just let it come it's way? Perhaps vanity, would make an appearance As you think of your legacy. How far have you come? How much good have you done? Will it alter your eternity? It would be too late, to have regrets Although, we'd have some, I would bet. I'm sure some would cry, those fearing to die Convincing themselves, it was their best try. The godless would play. The God fearing would pray. What would you do, if it was your last day? I'd like to think, it would be a good day I'd walk down to the spring, watch the animals play. Let the mist from the water, cool my face Spend one last day with nature's grace. My life has been spent learning lots of new things Trying hard not think, what tomorrow might bring. Grieving thoughts, the places they go Searching for answers, for things I don't know. by Daniel Turner