LIFE AFTER LIFE II
There’s hear-say and there’s read-say about death
And our survival in an afterlife
As if our spirit lived beyond our breath,
A thought, for most of us, to make us blithe.
And then, imagining we live again
Reincarnated for another round
Were fortune warranting a loud “Amen,”
As if one were majestically crowned—
Unless, of course, your life had been like hell
And you were happy to be shed of it,
Glad to be freed from such a wicked spell
Your raveled sleave of care at last unknit.
Now, as for me, as long as you appear,
I’ll gladly see you there and then, my Dear.