Stumbled across this ancient poem, written several lifetimes ago by a confused youth who is now nothing more than somebody that I used to know. But I remember liking it, and I guess I still do, and maybe it would’ve put a smile on that kids face if he knew back then that I would be here today to present it for your perusal...
HEAVEN
Everyone’s story is published in heaven
and every single tale has a satisfying ending
a kiss can begin and then last forever
and if you find the answers, you’re bound to forget the questions.
Your shopping list is incomplete
but no one really minds
for there’s all the groceries you can eat
and spare change for impulse buys
And anyone who was afraid
has nothing to fear anymore
And if you have the time you’ll meet
the girl I write poetry for