When all of life on earth is o'er, <br />Time for you will be no more. <br />When you've walked your final mile, <br />You won't worry anymore about style. <br />you won't worry how you're dressed, <br />Or even if your hair is messed. <br />You'll be focused on, movin on, <br />Leaving earth, going home.<br /><br />Fraser MacLean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-home-48/
