Written in response to my own thoughts about death and dying, knowing that I don’t know what tomorrow might bring, should tomorrow even come. I’ve tasted hell a few times here on earth, and decided I don’t want the full menu. I tell people that every day above ground is a good day and I say, “Thank God, I’m alive!” I’m reminded daily of all the good things here and better things yet to come. When you get to the pearly gates, I want to be there to greet you with a smile and say, “I’m glad you made it. There’s a place reserved for you. Take off your shoes and stay awhile. Don’t worry about the weather. It won’t get too hot or too cold and Hell storms never make it up the hill.”
I convinced them I was telling them the truth, it wasn’t a trick,
I told them about the old mine and the FBI was called in,
Tourists had disappeared there, and speculation was grim,
Melissa hung tough but after inconsistencies began to show,
She blubbered about the sheriff and Nathan, her tears did flow,
The Sheriff and two of the deputies were arrested and booked,
Nathan had shot one of Melissa’s lovers so his goose was cooked,
Me? I was lucky to get out of there, my pickup fixed free,
The rude man and his friends? Now that’s still a mystery,
I don’t think about what they tried to do, that’s negativity,
All I know is positive forces seem to agree with me.
I think being positive beats negativity every time, although I still haven’t gotten to go camping. I can picture it now, camping in the forest, close to the ocean, watching the elk herd meander along, waiting for the fog to lift, enjoying the excitement of nature, wide eyed and ready for new adventures.