Not The Only Question
Angels in the clouds, are to be,
Or not to be, to question, if any,
Special shapes resemble figures,
All joining the roles of the many.
One's belief is precious to some,
to others are to be as presumed,
Some do staunchly defend theirs,
While no answer always assumed.
My own thoughts are mine alone,
And not meant for others to smear.
Each soul on this cherished earth,
Having only their own hell to fear.
As I am gone, have passed away,
At last, to walk the golden streets.
I'm so sure of those who I will greet,
As the one not so dedicated meets.
To be, or is not to be, please allow all,
Ones who have minds to then decide.
Living life of true happiness and of joy,
In their own final sanctuaries to reside.
As for me I'll be glad proof will be had,
But my living by faith always is so right,
Walking life's roadway, to move just so,
Live through each day and every night.