Earthly Sojourn Poem by Sandra Black

When this Earthly soujourn is done
My life with you will have only begun
Together we shall soar the universe
Rhyme together in blank verse

No body no soul to worry about
We won't be too thin or too stout
Neither will we have mildew or gout
No hernia or nervous passing out

We need not hobble on our sticks
Meet in the city or the Styx
We shall be our own master
And to bliss move faster

When this Earthly sojourn is done
We are our own our royal selves
No need to work about power and pelf
Our minds will meet we shall be complete