March 27, 2016

 

 

What is there to fear

if there is no hereafter here?

No point to shed a tear,

if there is no presence near.

 

What need is there to hear,

if there’s no longer laughter dear?

Why wipe a windscreen clear,

if there is, no forward gear?

 

What good to rest the head,

if there’s no dream to re-appear?

No point to pour a beer,

and clink glasses for good cheer.

 

What point to stroll along the Prom,

or view the shoreline from the Pier.

Or walk along the riverbank to see

water cascading off the Weir?

 

What use to bend an ear,

if the spirit’s fled to somewhere freer.

Never to return, if to be believed,

there is no hereafter here?

 

 

 

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