Wondering Poem by Ima Ryma

As I journey through life, I know
That one day death will come for me.
And when comes death, where will I go?
What happens after dead I be?
Will I go to heaven or hell?
Or will I rot to nothingness?
Where eternally will I dwell?
Will I keep going, more or less?
What will happen when I am dead?
All life as we know life does die.
Why not word from those gone ahead?
I cannot help but wonder why.

I need to wonder more of how
I can be living better now.