What happens
When we go
And leave behind us
The tears and fears
Of this world?

Where do we go?

Is there The Man
Sitting and ready?
Or are we just left
To slumber in the dust
And never awake,
The soil that covers us
Never to be moved?

What will The Man say?
What will He do?
Will we go
On His right or on His left?
A sheep or a goat?

All these questions
That cant
And wont be answered,
By all except the one who knows.

Ask him nicely,
For Time will tell.