I will probably be late for heaven
I love the earth so much
It's where everything happens first
Like New York or Alexandria in the day
Surrounded by its mysteries and dramas
And so many things to read about
And to experience it all takes time
But there are no books or time in heaven
So one has to be read to like a child
Stories that give strength to growing bones
Until one feels the earth is turning a corner
And beginning its sure ascent
To becoming a star or a sun
And one just wants to stay with it
And be in its company a little longer
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