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Nov 2010
There is a world parallel to ours
With silver threads were bound
The souls of our departed old
In mirror image will be found

Their old become implanted
Young in many wombs
While ours are given to them
old in silk cocoons

When an old man leaves this earth
To pass over as we say
This is where he goes to
and this is where he'l stay

He arrives within their universe
Wrapped in a silk cocoon
He'l rest in there for nine long months
And emerge like a flower in bloom

The mid-life parents,overjoyed
They stare in awe at him
They tend to every need he has
He returns their love to them

Too soon his mid-life years approach
His life is rich with fun
They must protect him, from himself
He is their precious son

As he grows younger, they'rΒ Β younger still
And heading for baby years
They'r young and slow, preparing to go
Confronting all their fears

The old man now full in his prime
And wishing his own cocoon
And shedding a tear, for his parents dear
He knows must leave him soon

A prayer is said for the baby souls
As they flee through the night, unseen
To a waiting womb in another earth
Not knowing where they have been

Round the bed the prayers are said
an old man departing soon...
And the man in the parallel universe..
toasts to his own cocoon.
Written by
heidi
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