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.

by Bob McAfee