A Man Called Bowen

• Liam Skeates-Udy
• Poetry
• 2008

this fellow does see before him
a land in which all forgave sin
this grand hall of merry and laughter
that we reach once our life is over

much talking to do and chatter to make
im still alive and yet i cant wait
we shall weave our works of our life and past
then head to the halls of merry at last

yet in the halls of merry
tears will come forth
we will share our pain from our death till bearth
and all of it wondrous and a great deal happy

all of this done and our lives relived over
we will reach the end of our second dying
something is different now i believe
that friends are worth having both happy and crying