Lil' Ol' Bug Poem by Bobbi Myers

Have you ever asked, 'why? ';
As a bird passed you by?
Will you fly, like a bird, when you die?

As you walk through the trees;
Is there something you see?
Are those wings, of a bee that you spy?

Then, I spy on a bug.
Just a little lil' oil' 'bug;
I think twice, as I lift up my shoe.

Then I set it back down;
Ask myself, 'could it be? '
Could the bug, on the ground, have been you?

When this life ends for me;
Wonder where I will be?
Wonder what, in this world, I will do?

So, the next time you see;
Some ol' bug on the ground;
Wonder what, you will do with YOUR shoe?

We don't know where we'll be;
What we'll do; Where we'll go
We don't know, what it is we may see.

But, I wonder myself;
At 'ill' ol' bug'

Have you ever asked, 'why? ';
As a bird passed you by?
Will you fly, like a bird, when you die?

As you walk through the trees;
Is there something you see?
Are those wings, of a bee that you spy?

Then, I spy on a bug.
Just a little lil' oil' 'bug;
I think twice, as I lift up my shoe.

Then I set it back down;
Ask myself, 'could it be? '
Could the bug, on the ground, have been you?

When this life ends for me;
Wonder where I will be?
Wonder what, in this world, I will do?

So, the next time you see;
Some ol' bug on the ground;
Wonder what, you will do with YOUR shoe?

We don't know where we'll be;
What we'll do; Where we'll go
We don't know, what it is we may see.

But, I wonder myself;
At the end of this life,
Will that bug on the ground then be ME? the end of this life,
Will that bug on the ground then be ME?