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THIS TEMPORARY ABODE
This worldly abode
Is temporary
Like a railway junction.
We have our
different compartments
To cover the journey.
Why fret and worry
Why get depressed
When the final station
Is the same for all?
When the last breath leaves
Our mortal forms
All we are left with
Are spiritual norms.
So let's all be wise
And take this sojourn here
Heartily and cheerfully
So that those who are waiting
For us at life's last junction
Greet us with a good welcome.
ah you make me smile so big when you write like this. Alas, someone who won't get lost in my words when I start talking. How so easily I Could believe I had written these words. I've NEVER and I do mean never read a poem that made me feel like I could have written that for all its thought and purpose behind its words. You Sir Poet are a uniquely quixotic creature draped in the flesh of a man. I am proud to count the stripes in your coat. ( these poems being the stripes!) you know who!.....so why type it?