A Question Of Age Poem by James Smith

A Question Of Age



I've often wondered how it would end
And where do we go from here?
Although I've not thought of those things
Too much, sensible people don't.

I mean where does it get you
At the end of the day or your days
For that Matter? If it does then
I''ll need to research a year or two.

Begin with what's my preferred 'ist'
Am I a theist an atheist a deist
A jansenist a methodist a feist
Or a witness or just a Friend?

Will I be looking down on you
Or will I be here again,
Or wll I be just a little bitof
A thing to big to view?

Wisdom comes with age they say
So I wonder less these days
And let things take their course,
It's not a matter of choice for me
I no longer have the force.

Sunday, January 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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James Smith 23 January 2017

Many thanks for your comment.......James

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