The afterlife?
You might not be aware,
And you might not even care,
That there is more to life than what there is,
Out there,
There's green, there's roads, there's hens,
Running around in there pens,
The freedom will have to wait,
They are un-aware of there fate,
A little like us if one thinks about it all,
On the subject of death, there is no one to call,
Nobody there to tell you how it is,
It's all just one big, life-time quiz!
Poetry by Melissa Ormond
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Written on 2012-02-08 at 22:54
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