15/07/2024
A FAITH WE MUST CLING TO!
When you get to my age
You don’t think about grog
For the last thing you need
Is your brain in a fog.
The days are so long
And the nights are unbearable
It’s only the memories you cling to
Which makes your life tolerable.
And as you look back
You wonder where the time went
As you look into a mirror
At a face worn and spent.
Then you turn to think
Of what is to follow.
What awaits you out there
When there is no tomorrow?
Those who have experienced
Near-death apprehension.
Have spoken of a bright light
In another dimension.
Where they reached the portal
But did not gain entry.
Having been turned back
By a hostile sentry.
And what lies beyond
The land of the living?
Is it the paradise we wish for
Or someplace less forgiving?
Theories abound,
About where we are headed
Some appear quite desirable
While others are dreaded.
The spirits I encounter
Have been with me for years
With no intention of going anywhere.
So, what is it they fear?
Or is it just a question
Of a few restless souls
Content to remain here
In some caretaker role?
Whatever it is,
It does not help our cause.
Every answer to each question
Is bound to have flaws!
So, we live in the hope
There’ll be life after death.
And it’s this faith we must cling to,
Till our very last breath!
Bill Charlton c 2024
