When I am
dead, this earthly life I've done,
appear in yet another one?
If I do,
and new life I have to make,
of shape or form will I then take?
So will I
be physical, you can touch,
Or will I
be formless, doesn't say much?
worry when I am at life's end,
have lost more than one long time friend?
all of us have often thought,
some clear answers have often sought,
spiritual ideas are mystic bound,
though our thinking is profound;
it's just wiser to live for now,
worry about the next life's how.