One day it will come,
Come to us all.
As we depart this earth
The seat is there for us,
The reservation is confirmed.
We will not be late
As the flight is always on time.
Our luggage will be loaded,
It will be all our good deeds.
Our passport is our humanity,
And our love will be our visa.
So in life do your best
And then we will travel to heaven,
Travel in business class.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Always do good in life and spread the love.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
I heard something. supposedly true. One said 'Of course, you know your Manager has been busy on holiday, making business calls for the Company; you should be grateful to him'. More like - swanning about on the beach - as he was on his phone on a sofa in his office one day, when I needed to see him about something. A case of 'Pull the other one, it's got bells on!'
Thanks Orchi.
I rather expect that I will be traveling economy class on that flight, cramped and with very little choice of a overcooked meal. Good write Andy
Surely not soren all will be fine. Thank you for your comment.
Andy
I hope this comes true.Certainly the most positive view of life and the hereafter.I enjoyed reading
Most kind David, so do I, thank you.
Andy
Ah I thought this was about a one way ticket first class to the Maldives, and in some ways it is 🏝️ lovely
The Maldives is obviously your heaven Teddy.
Andy
A postive write, I have my seat reserved in the baggage are!!!, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani, see you there.
Andy
You are very welcome
Excellent write Andy
Thank you Tony.
Andy
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