Going Home Poem by Mark Pietrosanto

It is peaceful they said as he took his last air
But I still believe there was struggle still there.
Shall I go or I stay,
which is the way
I truly can fathom, and I know why.
For surely, we know that one day we die
But what of the air, that one final breath.
Once that is gone there is only death.
The soul is released to go home above.
But oh, what a feeling of only pure love?
Then there are those there we knew once before.
And there is the meaning, the word nevermore.
Nevermore shall we suffer, squander or hate.
For only pure love exists past the gate.

Professor P © 2020