Where do they go,
the things that die
the plants, the pets, the things that fly?
Where do we go,
we humans that die
heaven or hell, or was that a lie?
Where does it go
when the physical crumbles?
Back into earth, without even a stumble.
The truth of the matter
is matter itself:
constantly changing, not left on a shelf.
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Summary:
Just thinking about the people I know who have died.
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I wondered that from time to time. Especially for those who die you and needlessly. This is a good poem Peter.
I hope for instance a kitten who didn’t make it due to bad health gets another chance at life that’s what I believe happens great write ❤️
Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write with lots of depth my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I have a lot of thoughts on this too. I think the answer is complicated and subject to belief and circumstances