If death is the answer,
What was the question?


There are two sides to every story,
As there is to every piece of grass.
One is lush and green,
( We all wish to lay down on that).
That's the way it's always been,
The other feed's the worms.
Non of us wish to lay under that,
Unless in life if death is the answer.
To cremate or not to cremate,
Is that not the question.
That raises many an ire,
Above all the rest.
For if we're not blest, To feed the worms.
At least we should be good enough,
To feed the flames of our immortal fire.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-17 at 00:49

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Some of us are deeply embroiled in the living of our earth bound existence while others float with feet never touching ground but that junction point symbolized by the Question brings us all back to the question - to cremate or not to cremate!