Leaving Forever

One day out soil will turn to gold
We will be young, we will be old.
The sky will change to warm from cold,
And the Earth will lose it's earthly mold.

Then our remains will fall and lie,
In the bottom of no where, deep and wide.
There will be no time to say good-bye,
For this is the day we all will die.




Blizzard Skies 3-23-84
(I was convinced at age 17 that we would die in a nuclear war.)