Strife for ends of Life
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

Oh holy ghost
Will you let a stranger
Cross you
Oh holy ghost
Will you become then
Cross too
I'm whole at most
In soul and oath
I cloak my emotion
I loath to go
To the otherside
If it exists
I don't fear
The burning pits
But if they are there
I lack a bit
Of self redemption
Too much esteeme
Or too little green
For me to mention
In my testament
Can't leave behind
Much of property
Or of mind

I didn't live in poverty
But still I find
That wherever death leads me
It won't enrich me

So indeed, see
Life is peachy.