Contemplating the mysteries of life.
|Reading the grapes of wrath|
I settle into my bath,
enjoying myself for once.
Later, I think about
this side of paradise
what awaits us on the other side.
I recall now a poem,
as I lay dying
how I was the only one not crying.
Wishing I could say, what I never
able to in this life.
While the darkness descends,
the sun also rises
I await the new day's surprises.