Three Score and Ten

At our final moment when we leave all of this And our loved ones are crying for one sorely missed, In a heavenly light will angels descend Then take us to heaven where suffering ends. Or are we afraid, just clutching at straws, Clinging to the hope that there is something more, For if not then what, just the abyss No guiding light no heavenly bliss. Just part of a cycle from birth unto death Rejoining the loop, as we take our last breath Returning to atoms as flesh and bone rot, Three score and ten, may well be our lot.