To Be Poem by Paul Butters
To Be
I will be,
Or I will not be,
When I die.
The logic goes.
More likely the latter,
But who knows?
The Bard was right:
A simple choice
Between
What is
And what isn’t.
Unless you take the Spiritual View
Or even
Reincarnation.
What might I come back as?
I have to ask.
A lion or an Ant?
Is everything a dream?
Or just some Godly idea
Of a Joke?
The Truth
We Seek.
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