A Journey

 

Upon many a rough and rocky street

have walked these tired, blistered, old feet.

 

Down many a dark alley they doth roam

towards that dimension, soon to be home.

 

So many tell a story of what lies ahead,

fill our brains, where our lives will be lead.

Some believe that dead is dead.

Others believe what books have said.

 

Will we ???, in the end, come to meet

and that last dance, be a delicious treat ?

 

B. J. “A ” 2

April 6^th 2017