Whap I Am Back Whee
My future is death
I am old
I am ready
To become part of the fold
Welcome back to the flock
And recycled swiftly
To return to the earth
Where things are a mess
Trying my best to help sort things out
But ecologically we are going to be in dire straits
Ruined the Ozone
The bees are dead
There is no coffee
I get recycled again.
Can I stay this time? I ask the angels.
They laugh and throw me onto a different planet
"You have not learned all the lessons yet," They say.
I am horrified.
This planet is worse.
No water, and no air.
I am swiftly taken back up to heaven.
What kind of life was that? I ask them.
A baby who gets right back? What was the purpose?
"It was not your lesson," they tell me. "It was for others."
Whap. I am back to Earth. Whee!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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