Philosophy on Death

by Lefty
(New York)

Why do people have to die,
And then where do they go?
If they're only underground,
Why do we miss them so?

Many tell me there's a heaven,
Other's say they're reborn.
I don't care anyway;
I'd still feel forlorn.

They all say I'll be with him again,
as if that would ease the pain.
But until that day then,
Is there happiness I can regain?

When they're gone, do they leave,
Or do they stay around?
It seems like a long time will pass
Before my faith is found.

I really wish that he'd come back,
I'm tired of the tears
Come and gone for my grandfather,
Who stayed with me for nearly 12 years.

I can't know the answers to my questions
Till it's me with no more breath
But I will still try to find
My philosophy on death.

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