Afterlife

Posted: April 30, 2011 in My Poetry
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When I depart
this rigid life,
with all its inhibitions,
I expect to be
pure energy.

A source of solace
for those left behind,
a friend to those
who preceded.

I don’t expect a harp
and wings
or golden gates above,
just a jubilant hue
on the wheel of life;

a color with no name.

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Comments
  1. bluebee says:

    Amen to that 😉

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