they say we get one chance at life
but I am not so sure
we know the body truly dies
but might the soul endure
the body's dust returns to dust
we choose what is believed
the spirit just may be reborn
as new life to conceived
I do not know what heaven holds
I believe it is on earth
and that would be enough for me
my soul transformed in birth
somewhere the eyes are closed in death
somewhere a child is born
the spirit's journey never ends
but wakes to greet the morn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barry-I really enjoyed reading your poem.It's a great subject and writing...
Thank you for the comment Joe. Glad you liked it.