Day 79:

Sept 17-check out the poetic pattern. A psalm was written this way. Title: hereafter

I don’t know about the hereafter

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

There’s laughter in the store

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

I stay right by the door

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

I’m absentminded you could say

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

I don’t like being this way

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

I don’t like to make a mistake

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

I’d like my mind to give me a break

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

My keys? My shoes? A book?

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

Will you help me take a look?

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

If my mind could only be kinder

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

For my brain a reward to the finder

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.

I do hope for a Hereafter

Because I don’t know what I’m here after.