Wondering.
Do we know what happens when we are dead?
Is it possible, that we wake in a lively place?
A lovely place perchance.
A room full of folk, in various states of health, or not anymore.
Nobody, here seems aware of the score.
All seeming a little bit vague.
Potential for melancholic moments of reflection.
Not really awake, drowsy.
In a state of shock from sudden death?

Will the holding area be warm and cosy?
Receptionist with a phone to her ear.
A bit ****** nosy,if you ask me.
"Take a seat please dear,somebody
will be with you soon."

Oh no, that the guy over there is trying to sort out his beak, it seems to be bleeding a bit.
They don't seem to be very caring in here.
Preoccupied,with buckets of fear.
"Take a seat please dear"
Have a cup of Rosie Lea.
Speaking of Rosie Lea, there may be a little old dear reading the leaves at the base of her empty cup.
She may not speak, but I have a feeling, she'll say to me,"you know what lovey,whatever will be will be."
Welcome to eternity!
(c)Livvi