The Here After

Sometimes late at night, I think of where they all went. For those left behind, my thoughts are now sent. Are the streets paved with gold, do they sparkle and shine? Can you still get a steak dinner, and a nice glass of wine? Is the music country and western, do they have rock n roll? Maybe it just depends on each heart and soul. Will I get to go fishing, for some walleye or maybe trout? I’m really looking forward to seeing what that life’s all about. Will everyone just pray in white robes where they stand? Maybe there’ll be a piano, and a good old jazz band. Since we’re made in his image, I wonder if heaven will be fun. I guess we’ll find out when it’s all said and done. For now, I’ll be thankful, for each and every breath. I’ll enjoy every sunset, right up to my own death. I will do my very best to honor God and be a good gent. Sometimes late at night, I think of where they all went.