I chanced upon a thought today
A thought that would not go away
What if heaven's like here on earth?
More like a parallel universe?
So, people live in houses there
And go to work and comb their hair
And sleep at night and make love too
And eat and drink, go to the loo
A heaven marked by being mundane
And then i had that thought again
We're just on earth for life's extent
In heaven no end's imminent
Alive for ever in the clouds
But would we all be wearing shrouds?
I somehow think not for i'd guess
We'd all be doing what we do best
So deceased tailors would make clothes
And gardeners still gardens grow
Accountants would still cook the books
And chefs would be eternal cooks
But wait! i see some contradiction
Apparent even in this fiction
Someone just dead would rub their shoulders
With others who would be much older
Imagine if this came to pass
Newton could meet Pythagoras
Krushchev could lecture Kant and Hegel
While Ben Gurion just fed them bagels
Bach could learn to play the blues
Beethoven could wear blue suede shoes
Henry Ford could meet Ferrari
At Andy Warhol's dinner parties
Da Vinci could meet Wittgenstein
And discuss theories with Einstein
The kings the queens the good and evil
Would all be mixed up at that table
A final thought then came to me
This prospect seems quite heavenly.
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