Who will pen my 'final page of poetry' when I'm called home ? Will someone render an epilogue to my life's work when my time is done ? Our ghost encapsulated in flesh continues forward at the moment of physical death , therefore I implore of anyone to define for me what constitutes 'the end ?'
Copyright December 4 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
If we express ourselves from our soul and the soul never dies then we express ourselves forever and a day ..