What Is To Become of Me

What is to become of me? I feel the warmth of your pulse As my blood turns cold and I Slip the bonds of this Earthly life Where both pride and ridicule Followed me home like a lost Puppy. I have never been Rewarded for the good works I have performed but then again, I've never sufficiently suffered for My many transgressions. Such is The vain nature of our existence As perfection and hubris do their Dance. As I shed my tired corpse... I give thought to the afterlife. Will I be greeted by those lost To the old black and white photos Of my adolescence? Will I swoon With a long forgotten High School Crush as we dangle our toes in The waters of our youth? Will I Feel my Mother's touch and gaze into the eyes I remember with Every fervor of my soul? Will she Be pleased with the Man she has Raised? Will I feel the warmth of The Son on my face? Or will my Molecules just waltz with others Through an uncaring Universe Intent on mischief and roguery While riding the wave of some Minimal existence at the speed Of light? Or will the flames of a Vengeful deity consume me for The purpose of providing some Vestige of job security for the Demons of the underworld? Or Has life been a opened box of Cracker Jacks with no prize at The end? I don't think so... but I have no proprietary information On the subject. The waiting is Almost too hard to bear. So off I Go into the great unknown. I am Hopeful and pragmatic. But I am Ready... Let the journey begin. The End *As with so many of you, I have been feeling the weight of my own mortality lately. *To those who may be interested, I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day or so.