That Place

There’s a place
Where everyone goes
But where it is
Nobody knows

Do we meet
Long lost friends
Tying up
Those dangling ends

Some say yes
Some say no
We wont find out
Until we go

For the rich
Who lived well
Is it heaven
Or is it hell

Does belief
Make a difference
Just in case
State your preference

How to get there
Some choose dust
Others choose a box
That doesn’t rust

Ornate structures
Mark the spot
In a graveyard
That’s their plot

The time will come
For those who scoff
Their clock will stop
And they’ll be off

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