When the time comes

When the time comes

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Apparently, I’m told
there is a short distance
between death and the afterlife.

I wonder how many people
are looking forward to
catching up with
a few lost souls?

Looking forward to
a new means of transport
“ beam me up Scotty!”

And to think
ninety two percent
of our body
has the same elements
as those shining stars above.

So maybe I’ll become
a star after all
for all to see.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 22, 2023
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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