When will it be,
What'll be my time?
Only one can see,
On after life's line,
Guess I must have died,
Doctors called a flatline,
Soul is no longer tied,
To that body of mine.
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This poem has a sense of finality about it and it feels a bit satirical in a sense. Short and to the point. Well said
Thank you, yes I can see how it is satire too.
You are most welcome
The truth about the certainty of death. Not much in life is certain...our eventual expiration is VERY certain. Even with the hope of the resurrection...expiration is still a requirement. Great poem. Could not be more bluntly true! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
True, I guess we'll see. Cheers!
We will for sure! You are most welcome!
'Anyone alive in 'ere?' we may yell, if going into some dreary Club, etc. lol.
Haha anyone out there?
Only ET probably. lol.
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