Of sleep, Poe wrote about ‘Slivers of Death’;
Afraid of taking, one’s last breath.
A time will come, for us all to leave;
One more time, for our chest to heave.
Memories of our lives, our friends will carry;
Hopefully, one day, you decided to marry.
Going to the unknown, we are all full of worry;
If we knew the answers, we’d be in a hurry.
Hoping to meet relatives, and friends that have passed;
Our dreams are of life ever last.
Some believe in God, others, not so much;
I wonder if they’ll ever feel an Angels’ touch.
Knowing we’re going to die, we’re always asking why;
Some give up hope, and never even try.
Leading a life of honor, can be hard and trying;
It’s tough when people you meet, are always thieving and lying.
Concerned about dying, and knowing you’re on a lease;
It’s a fantasy to dream of Heaven, where everything is peace.
We should all believe in Heaven, if we dare;
Hopefully, one day, I can meet you there.