My Dad
Heaven pays no attention; Heaven's worth hardly a mention. Humans have left their stuff And it's worth hardly a puff. Its body lights up the skies; The rest is placed in a jar. The dust doesn't tell the hours Or that the stuff was now ours. Years come and go and good riddance; It's just about done with the dance. There's no glass in the window, No life in the jar left to harrow. The dead always have it right; At the end of the light there's no light. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
