Chapel of Rest

We all try to do our best
But we all end up in
The Chapel of Rest
Some young, some old
Some their stories never to be told

Some young and teary
Some old and weary
Some with a song unsung
Babies, Youth, Elderly
The world is a stage
Some acts are long
Some hardly get their toe on

What are we here for ?
Knocking on heaven's door
Waiting to die
Relatives cry
Mourn, especially those newborn
After the chapel of rest
God knows us best.

Kizzy York aka K.Oakes  2014 Copyright

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