Moving Poem by michael Smajda

Moving



I got me a condo in Heaven.
Smaller than the one I left behind.
The surroundings, too, are more peaceful,
All the neighbors are awesomely kind.

It only took a good heart, good soul
And God to bless this transaction, Mack.
It was a deal I just could not refuse.
I'm glad to say, I'm not coming back!

Thursday, February 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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