When Time Is Called Poem by Richard Anders

When time is called and I must go
exactly where I`d like to know
will it be Heaven or down below
no sun no wind no rain and no snow

No fields no trees no birds and no bees
and nobody tells a good joke
no trains and no planes and no slow traffic lanes
just nothing but fire and smoke

No debts and no taxes no files and no faxes
and not a computer in sight
no fat and no thin no beer and no gin
and no-one to tread on your rights

No guns and no knives no husbands or wives
no parteners or runaway dads
no black and no white no wrong and no right
and nobody owns any land

But what about Heaven I hear someone say
I`m sure it`s much better up there
there`s music and things and angels with wings
and everyone lives without care

The Lion shall lay down with the Lamb it is said
but that`s Metaphoric you see
the meek and the strong shall both get along
like the shark and the shrimp in the sea

Happy is he who toils on the land
and happy is she who`s his wife
I know this is true and that can be you
if your name`s in the Lambs Book of Life.


R Price