Where do I go, when I die?
Somewhere up there, into the sky?
Will you see me, with your eye?
When I go up in the sky.


I wish I had a crystal ball.
And see myself when I go.
Oh how high the endless chances
If not high, then how low?

But then I think, what if I see.
What really happens to you or me.
When we die, do I want to know?
If I fly, or if I go.

Down to the depths
Down to the hell.
I think I’ll pass
Upon this dwell.

For who’s to say.
That when I die.
I will surely go
Into the sky?
Or a pile of dust and bone chip lies?

I was in asia,
One winter's day.
I saw some movies,
That came my way.

An Officer and a Ballerina,
were on display.
Something got Lost In Translation.
Or so they say.........

An aroma soared.
A French Man’s foot.
The evil eye.
Remove thyne boot….

From peoples’ eyes,
It’s in their face.
My only disguise,
Is a fall from your grace.

Oh yeah, well my doctor says my heart has an algorhythm.
I have no reason to hurry.
Wait a minute,
I must get to her office or I will worry
HINT - not for my heart = ;-) x 70