When your Ticket is Called

When your ticket is called it’s time to leave.

Time to go and be with the Maker.

Whether the reaper is sudden or forewarned,

Whether one’s hopes are fulfilled or forsaken.

It’s all over, finished, caput;

When your ticket is called, so well,

No hasta luego, later or morrow;

We’ll see you in heaven or in hell.

Or wherever you go when you go,

Good luck, good soul, the body’s history;

Our flesh returns back to dust,

To where the Spirit moves on to, remains a mystery.

Until when your ticket is called

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