Some Final Thoughts
When you die, where will you go?
Up above? Or down below?
Will you go to feed the worms?
Will you join your friends in urns?
All those years of Godly deeds
All that work to feed the weeds?
Your final breath, a rasping gasp
Your soul shrugs off its mortal grasp
A lifetime's memories before your eyes
Go to the light, before it dies
I hope the vicar's words were true
All those Sundays in a pew
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
A life of prayer, in God you trust
A faithful man ponders his salvation
The atheist merely the cost of cremation
The light eternal? Or forever dark?
One path good, the other, stark
So, tonight, from the comfort of your bed
Ask yourself, “Where will I be when I'm dead?”
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