When we enter this vale
We have no loves
We have no hates
We have no desire
To see the pearly gates
We have no bills
Or commitments to fill
We have no wars or feuds to fight
We have only ourselves to delight
We eat
We sleep
We laugh
We cry
This is done - then we die
It may well be
After all is said and done
That these things are
All we owe anyone.
11/14/2006
Born free(?) ...I believe both life and death frees...its all the things in between that are the ties that bind. Good write a 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In lifes tangle with kin...neighbors...fences... borders we need a rest... but life is still wonderful....great thinking poem Claude +10 regards