Dying To Go
And now I lay me down resigned to die.
It's time, I think, to say my last good-bye.
But wait - I think that I will change my mind,
I'm suddenly perplexed, quite disinclined
To say those final, enigmatic words.
This dying stuff is really for the birds.
I think that I will stop, refuse to go
No farther than my backyard patio
Until my fears have been resolved, allayed.
I'm worried, anxious, heartsick, sore afraid.
Eternity is more than just a visit.
I want to know, to understand what is it.
Oh help me set my mind to rest at ease.
I want my questions answered if you please.
Can there be something waiting after death?
Reply or I'll be forced to hold my breath.