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A New Pen
What Lies Beyond the Moment of our Death?
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This little poem hopes to find you
In happiness and smiling too
With everything you'd ever want
And that you're pleased with your life's font.
That is the dream of everyone
No matter where we all come from,
But, few of us attain such bliss
As contentment and happiness.
Seems there's elite and other steps
And most of us ask with our lips
For better than we've come to know,
Sitting outside some rich man's door.
This little poem reminds you though
To seek for happiness and know
Things of the spiritual will last
While riches rust back to their past
After we have in death passed on
To spirit form, we'll hear this song –
“No rich man through a needle's eye
Came with his riches nor his lies”.
W.C.Hull © 20041018