Life Questions Poem by Jonathan Sud

Here I am again.
Wondering about in the cemetery.

Looking down at the headstones below,
I see the names, and dates of these passed ones.
I think to myself if these people had good lives.
I also wonder about how they might have died.
…Why they died.

Did they die in pain?
Grief? Sorrow? Regret?

What about their Afterlife?
Is there an Afterlife?

A Heaven for the good souls?
A Hell for the bad ones?
A God and a Devil?

If God created the Devil,
And everything we see and know of,
Then who created God?
Who created the being that created God?

Was there nothing before the universe?
If there was nothing, then how are we here?

These questions are never going to be answered are they?
It might just be best to leave them be.

Just worry about life for now.
And once we die…we shall finally know the truth.