Final Word Poem by Greg Gaul

I've only been dead a little while
So I'm not so sure anymore

Seems a bit lonely now
But I can hear everyone's thoughts,
Even yours

Can you hear me?
Because you don't seem to listen well

Now I can see it all
If I want to
Couldn't see much before

All history and what's coming too
But will it mean much to you?

In this realm
There is no special meaning
Nothing new, nothing more

Wandering, wandering
Through every book, every painting,
Every poem, every song,
Every play, every movie,
Every place that's ever been,
Now I'm in everything

One thing I think of now and then
I wonder if I'll wake up again
Good and bad seem a comic blur
Feelings are here but seldom stir
I can tell you everything and nothing too
I guess the final word is nothing too