Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

The Womb


Considering the facts of life,
We learn as time goes on,
Inevitable the circumstance,
To the end; we’re steady drawn.

So many ideas have been cast,
Scholars wrote an endless page,
Poets spun a thousand tales,
Religions use it as their gauge.

Some refer to it as heaven,
Others believe in nothing at all,
Widely known as the afterlife,
We all must answer the call.

So what is there awaiting us?
The question’s in our head,
When first, we can remember,
Until that moment we lie dead.

Encapsulated in eternity,
Like so many, I simply assume,
Safe inside, free from harm,
A soul returning, to the womb.

Submitted: Saturday, August 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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Everyone will ponder this thought, but no one will know, until they arrive…..

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