Poetry Mondays: The Door of Life

What happens when
the door of life closes?
Does it lock,
never to be re-opened?

Can you float
in and out?
Visit the other world,
taking your own route?

Does it hurt,
will it sting,
do you even
feel a thing?

Will I see God,
will I see clouds,
will I see people
standing in a crowd?

How long until
my hourglass
of sand
runs out?

How long until
I rise into
my home
above the clouds?

So many
age old questions
and new one's
too.

That will never be answered
because once I find out
I won't be here
to tell you.


Hope you had a fabulous day.