If you live your life just right, you may be among the fortunate few who die with an empty bucket, totally fulfilled and completely wishless.
Anyone can write a happy ending story if you choose a subject, an action verb, and when the deed is done, a pen.
Coincidence: when God goes anonymous.
Serendipity: when God goes undercover.
Deja Vu: He did it before and can do it again.
Some are all about making money to live the good life when they’re old. Others are about living a good life now for memories money can’t buy when they’re old.
I wonder if they’ll wonder why
I never ever said good bye.
I’m not around and out of touch
Nothing nowhere, not so much.
I wonder if they’ll wonder where
I’ve clearly vanished to thin air.
Or look and see I’m not around
And hear me not, and can’t be found.
I wonder if they’ll wonder how
I took my leave without a bow.
Or disappeared without a trace
And left no tear on no one’s face.
I wonder if they’ll wonder when
I might be coming back again.
Like absences that reappear,
Not very likely, this is clear.
I wonder if they’ll wonder if
At six feet under when I’m stiff
I’ve gone away to heaven’s gate
With earnest hope for them to wait.
I wonder who will wonder then
Or think of things which might have been
Or wonder not, their life resume
To wonder things they just presume.
I wonder if I’ll even wonder
In that sleep to think and ponder
Thoughts like these I left behind
Or in their slumber never mind.
Or if and when and how and why
It even matters when I die?
But wonder not where I have gone,
Rejoice instead I’m finally home.