Life is merely a rest stop.
Taking a breather from what is about to happen,
A rest stop on the way,
To the lovely infinity.
We all have different journeys,
different roads to take along the way,
we were all supposed to learn certain things,
but never to stay.
Our distination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey comes to an end,
We'll ask for a large sum of money,
And may you find everlasting serenity.
Along with the Lord.
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