Stop & Pay Your Respects

In the world such as it is
     There are only two places one can call home:
          In a house made with strength and straw and fear 
          Or on a road made by someone else.

In the world such as it is
     There is a place where everyone dies trying,
     And there is a place where everyone dies;
          And there are no other places.

     There is a place where everyone dies old,
     And there is a place where everyone dies like a child;                    
          And there are no other places.

     There is a place where everyone dies in their sleep,
     And there is a place where everyone sees death coming;                   
          And there are no other places.

In the world such as it is
     There is only death,
     And it is buried beside houses right next to the road
          That leads to Destruction
               By way of a Funeral,
          And there are no other places—
     The road home.

In the world such as it is
     There is the world that will be,
               Whose maker and builder is someone else;
          And there are no other places to go and grieve
     For those on the side of the road 
Still looking for a place to stay.

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