My Journey

My traveling bag is ready,
I'm leaving life on earth.
Just sorting out the trifles,
And taking things of worth.

Accomplishments within the flesh,
Are waiting...ready stacked.
While deeds of loved and kindness,
In piles are neatly packed.

Evil acts and jealous hate,
Makes my soul to grieve.
Because the tarnish on my name,
I wanted so...to leave.

And as I softly steal away,
On that eternal road.
I gently life my bag up-right,
And ponder at my load.


E.P. 1908 - 1989