Worry About Living Poem by G.R. Gaus

Does destiny decide the dead and dying?
This is the question, we take to our grave,
So if we're dead, if but just for a moment,
Why even bother, take the chance to save?

There are those, who survived death's hand,
I've met a person, whose story I've been told,
He stood before, the throne of Jesus,
Everything in heaven, truly made of gold.

This was his version and I heard one other,
An old man, who looked deep in my eyes,
'I stood at the threshold of heaven and hell,
Not hell; don't go there, to meet your demise'.

I can't tell for sure, if what they saw was real?
The first one was disappointed, coming back,
I could see in his eyes, there's something there,
He felt like his life, had been thrown off track.

Perhaps we spend, far too much time dwelling,
On the mystery of the unknown, divine plan,
Perhaps it's much better to forget about dying,
Concentrate on living, and the matters at hand.