Ageless in Eternity

Ageless in Eternity                                                  July 31, 2006

Eight months into your seventy-fifth revolution,

I can't imagine all the things that you've seen.

You've known the likes of love and hate, war and of peace,

So much so similar, it's a blur, a thin line.

You made a dollar here, seen a state or two there,

Became a rich man in more than pecuniary ways,

And now, it seems to be the end of the line.

Are you ready to see the Light of Day?

And now I will sing you a lull-a-bye, my dear old man,

To the clouds populated with winged cherubs strumming an ol' sweet song.

St. Peter holds the key to a place far grander than any you've seen, 

To God's Glorious Kingdom in the wild, blue yonder.

Time has no meaning in this grandest macrocosm,

No clocks to unnerve, to disturb, to pose a threat,

For here, you will remain once you solve The Riddle in time,

All while I sing you a lull-a-bye in mine.

Walking around the holy room, so many weeping eyes,

Sadness abounds, but I know not why.

I stare straight up into the clouds of Nine,

Nine clouds, the last sending us ad infinitum, we shall never die. 

To want for eternal life is in no way a selfish demand,

'Tis for all to behold if only we shall reach out and grasp it.

These sad-eyed folks shed tears needlessly, I say,

For the spirit of the old man has transcended the realm of the flesh.

He's at home now as I continue to sing him his lullabye

While he is sitting on His Righteous Knee,

Seventy-five years young on Earth, but ageless in Eternity.