I was told God made me a bed in heaven, <br />But I must eat dirt to get there. <br />But the bed was worth it. <br />Fluffy white and soft. <br />Little birdies that felt no pain losing their feathers. <br />A perfect cloud to sleep upon weightless. <br />Where there would be the accompaniment of a mandolin.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bed-7/
