A Far Better Life Poem by John Yaws

Some say that affection-
Is not my cup of tea.
If you're seeking tenderness-
To stay away from me.

They only see the cover-
The pages are inside.
Within me is a tenderness-
I've always tried to hide.

I do have strong emotions-
Behind a stern façade-
The only One who knows me
I guess would be my God.

He made me, and preserves me
Though I've pushed the envelope
He's kept me through the hard times-
And still He gives me hope.

And so, I live while passing through
This world of woe and toil
Expecting when I rise each day-
To leave this mortal coil.

But death is not foreboding-
To depart this world of strife
Is merely stepping through the door
To a far, far better life.