one day
we'd all be gone
t'is just a matter of
who goes first
or where we'd go
there's a place up there
and down below
and if you believe
a midway too
when our time is up
there's no press button
we've made our choices
long ago
heaven or hell
or in between
they sure are
some place to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes..this is no dress rehearsal..this is the final act! ! Nice piece Eloida. Thankyou. Regards..Sharon.