The Question Of Risibility

Where there's a will

there's a funeral

death is a fact of life

a grave undertaking

for a mortician

and one day some day

you and I

will wake up dead

hopefully the lifetime led

was of our own making

too late for looking back

no regrets and yet

it's appalling

when we wind up

in a winding sheet

waiting on that beir

aside from six feet under

where do we go

from here?

Some say, 'Heaven,'

some say, 'Hell,' oh well,

by then our goose is cooked, wagon fixed,

and we'll never know 'til it's too late

as they've punched our ticket,

cleaned our clock and wiped our slate.

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