Change Of Address Poem by Randy McClave

Death is just a change of address
Somewhere new now where we will reside,
In the ground our body will forever rest
But, where our soul goes many have cried.
We now live in fine houses and neighborhoods
But, of course if we are lucky in this life,
Here we have manicured laws or the woods
We forbid worries and also strife.
We know our neighborhood as the place we live
Were we want to grow until the moment we die,
Many happy memories we will always relive
Until that moment that we say our final goodbye.
Then it will be either Heaven or Hell
Where we most certainly will reside for an eternity,
Neither one will we receive forwarding mail
That of course is a certainty.
When we die our soul will be sent to a new residence
Though not based on income, but on salvation and sin,
Immediately will be our presence
We then will know what neighborhood we'll end up in.

Randy L. McClave