When I am
dead, this earthly life I've done, Will I
appear in yet another one? If I do,
and new life I have to make, What kind
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? Should I
worry when I am at life's end, And I
have lost more than one long time friend? Our lives
all of us have often thought, And for
some clear answers have often sought, But
spiritual ideas are mystic bound, Even
though our thinking is profound; Perhaps
it's just wiser to live for now, And not
worry about the next life's how.