PHONE CALL FOR E T

What if when you die,
You're born again.
Not on this earth,
But on a different planet;
In our multiverse.

Perhaps that explains why,
We can't remember when we die.
And that's the way we travel,
Around the universe.
Going from earth to earth.

Meeting new life forms,
Not dissimilar to our own.
That would explain why,
When an extraterrestrial dies.
He could never ever phone home,
Not without the dialing tone.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-27 at 00:56

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A poem that reflects some deep pondering about death, but expressed in a not too heavy manner. The last four lines, for example, introducing an element of whimsy. Nicely done, I'd say.
Allen
2023-02-27


D G Moody
An intriguing thought Alan, maybe that's the case?
2023-02-27