Cemetery Gates (A Poem)

The gates we all must pass one day; cemetery gates,
It’s not wise, some would say; to tempt the fates.
The body dies, we give up the ghost.
The body rots, our spirits host.
What happens then? I’d say if I could,
But for some, I’d say, it doesn’t look good.
Heaven or Hell, is it really a choice?
What about the ones who never heard the voice?
Pass the gates, into the fire,
Where demons sing; your heart’s desire.
Now lay down, into your earthen bed,
Enjoy the rest, while you’re dead.
A question now, I pose to you,
Before you answer, think careful, think it through.
The answer I’ll see or I may never,
But who wants to live forever?

Copyright 2009 by Taft Sowder
http://taftsowder.com

Cemetery Gates (A Poem)

Taft  Sowder

Somerset, United States

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My hand at poetry. One of only a few poems I’ve written so far. A poem of death.

Copyright 2009 by Taft Sowder
http://taftsowder.com

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