Johnny Cash

Johnny Cash once said,

“God’s gonna cut you down”,

Let that frown,

Sink in to your head,

A force he felt so strong,

He knew not to be wrong,

Do not allow a single soul,

Past the line,

Do not loose control,

Cut them down,

But first,

Build them up to create great cities and fantasy philosophies,

They won’t win,

Deaths Final,

No room for last minute controversies,

Johnny wasn’t saying just wait for it,

At least,

I don’t think that’s what he meant,

I think he wants us to know,

That it might not matter so,

Exactly how we choose to ride this conveyor belt through life,

We’ll all meet at the end,

Or not?

Maybe they’ll be a party,

A great celebration,

A part,

That hurts,

That’s sad,

and a part that’s mad,

Too many avenues to choose,

I’ve never thought about my funeral til just then,

What if there’s people there I haven’t met yet,

What a strange thought,

what a strange feeling,

I’ll wrap this up,

And stop this morbid thinking.

I’ll blame it on Cash,

A drunken stubborn wordsmith,

An old grumpy sod,

When he went in the end,

I wonder if it was God?