I had a chance to go with God
I felt a hand on my shoulder
I didn't see God and the hand got colder
You see I have known Life After Death
I had gone through the tunnel met the Angels
But I begged that it was not my time
Since that day many years ago
My children have had children of their own
Grandpa has nannied five Grand children
Written a book of poetry and live
each day as if it will be the last
But the hand is on my shoulder
And no fear of death do I mask
So when you read my poetry understand
That writing them is a gift from God
I don't intend to live forever just live well
And when God again puts a hand on my shoulder
I know this time I can rest a spell