COLLECTING SOULS
Lately I've felt as though,There's not a lot left in my tank.
Closing my eyes the wind seems to sigh,
It seems my life has just passed me by.
Everything has a reason to stay or go,
Whether it's heaven above.
Or the hell waiting below,
How do they divvy up the souls.
By a flip of a penny?
What happens when,
You don't have a soul,
By chance not any.
Reminds me of a story I heard, Two,
Lads climbing a wall for an apple tree.
As they shook the tree two apples fell free;
hitting the ground other side of wall,
Where the tree grows in the cemetery.
The two boys divided the apples,
Down the middle as a priest went past.
One for me, One for you, One for me,
He told the rabbi about what he had heard.
The devil and god dividing the souls,
At the local cemetery for all to see.
Now the rabbi thought the priest absurd,
The rabbi and the priest stood outside
the cemetery wall. this is what they heard,
One for me one for you, I think that's all.
What about the two the other side of the wall?
Don't worry one of them said.
"We'll pick them up when next we decide to call".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-06-09 at 01:24
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