To all those dead and gone, <br />How does it feel? <br />From one with one foot in the grave, <br />And the other on a banana peel. <br /> <br />How was the ride, what did it cost? <br />Was there a ferry ‘cross the Styx? <br />Were angels there to wave you in, <br />Or were you there amongst the lost? <br /> <br />Could you see heaven’s gate, <br />Did they make you wait? <br />How many went with you, <br />Of those that drank the devil’s brew? <br /> <br />Each happy day that I’m alive <br />I wonder how it feels to die <br />And wonder how the dead abide <br />And wonder if they sing or cry. <br /> <br />I know my Bible says it’s thus and so <br />And to trust its godly words on reap and sow <br />It says that we must love the Father dear <br />And love like ourselves, our brother near.<br /><br />Robert Founder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-where-is-thy-sting/
