In an unmarked box
what’s the best thing to do
when you sit at the table
among the unpaid bills and credit card offers,
egg cartons and books
But reside elsewhere
what is a body?
the skin, hair, bones and tendons
heart, lungs, brain
what is a soul?
the firing of electrons,
the essence of being
Where does it reside?
When it’s over is it really finally over?
I don’t know what it means.
Beautiful.
Great Questions, Great poem
I really like this poem! Great job