Oh heavens me, look what you’ve done
You made me think and that’s not fun
Specifically of heaven, death and hell
All are places I’d prefer not to dwell
If must it be I’m to conjure this thought
I shan’t writ thy time devoted naught
Up or down or whatever which way
Or just here and here we’ll stay
For a crowded place this heaven be
If wings needed to be vertically free
But who goes high and who low?
Answers only they will know
If there is a they at all
Those who’ve risen, those who fall
Is hell dark or is it bright?
Fires light the darkest of night
Why when we age, we go where’s hot?
Are we perhaps reserving a spot?
Preparing for our infinity
A cozy place on a molten sea
Too many questions that I’ve to ask
Too little time for too big a task
Heaven and hell and death, – Oh My!
If answers had I, they’d be a lie
I’ve wandered and pondered over this stuff
I think I’ve pondered quite enough
Life’s too short and seas too wide
Save thoughts of dying for the other side
For heaven’s the pathways chosen to roam
And to hell with death ends this poem