I am not a poet and for sure I know it.

However, it is never a crime to rhyme

So it is time for me to give it a go even if the quality of my prose is low.

Sorry, I couldn't resist that, but it is a statement of truth and today I am going to endeavour to use some rhyming couplets to explore the theme, a theme which is dwelling in my mind frankly, a little bit too often. Don't worry, as I have said before and I will say again, I am a) too scared and b) to curious to see how the boys grow up to do anything stupid.

So here goes...

Death, oh death, if I dare to be so brave

I find myself asking what happens beyond the grave

Do we lie in permanent repose waiting for worms and rot

There is no heaven or hell - that is our lot

Or are the glories of heaven awaiting from afar

Somewhere way beyond the farthest star

Is hell a fiery price to pay

For how we lived each Earthly day

Or just maybe we get back on the wheel to see

What our next incarnation may be

Is there a glorious resurrection - a new body and a new hope

Or does such wishful thinking make me a dope!

Am I hopelessly naive to assume that death is the beginning of something new

Or should I wake up and change my view

Death, oh death should I dare to be so brave

To ask what lays beyond the grave

Please don't mark me for my poetic agility, it really is just a set of simple rhyming couplets. At least it is not free prose, which in my opinion is the domain of those writers who cannot write properly and so therefore they put anything out there using incorrect forms and call it poetry. There is no depth to this and I know full well there is no sophistication to this poem - in fact this paragraph is far more complex in its make up than everything that preceded it.

As always stay safe and well my friends