This world is not my real home,
Thought it was when I was younger.
I felt like I’d live here young forever,
Rarely paid attention to the Reaper.
Only others died, mostly old people
But never me. I was young forever.
Now I see with the vision of years,
And know how temporary this life is,
And that my real home is in the
Permanent beyond, beyond this
Life of agonies and uncertainties,
And I’m getting closer to my
One way trip to my real home.
Bob Boyd
