Only time will tell then it is too late.
Will I stand at the pearly gates?
Will I have to clean the stars?
Will I have rags and gas filled jars?
Will I be nothing but a pile of dust?
Will I have no thoughts, is this just?
Every thing I thought and learned,
will be nothing but dust in an urn.
I ask my God for his forgiving nature.
I'm hoping for a life in his hereafter.