How Does the Soul Enter Heaven
Memories of those who passed,
fading faces in the mist.
The ruddy flesh of the youth,
Who have just been first kissed!
The old schoolhouse still stands,
the students are all ghosts.
Those I didn't think I'd miss,
are some I miss the most!
Tyrone and sweet Jessica,
oh how we laughed and cried.
Then sometime last December,
I heard his sweetheart died!
The drama we call our lives,
disappointment and pain.
But then there are the nice times,
like the sun after rain!
For life is but a pan's flash,
with barely enough time.
To finish what we came for,
and then get home by nine~!
date: 02/03/23
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2023
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