Post Mortem
One day for sure our life must end
as we depart from foe or friend,
from pain or strife, despair or joy
our body just a broken toy.
While friends all weep and foes rejoice
will we then listen to their voice
and wonder why we are not dead
but still can hear the things they said.
It's then that we at last will find
the I that's me is just our mind,
the living body that we bore
was just the earthly cloak we wore.
One day for sure we'll know indeed
the fruits we'll bear from living's seed
and join with minds just like our own
alas, not all are welcomed home.
If we have lived a life of hate
then death will take us through a gate
where we'll reside with those we find
have naught but hate within their mind.
But if we've played a loving hand
we'll then enjoy this promised land
to live again as we pass through
with those who are still kind and true.
One day for sure our life must end
but only on this earth my friend,
how we live now will guide the way
to where at last we’ll get to stay!
Ivor G Davies
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