An acrostic poem for micheal.

Manyatimes i wonder how this life will be
If we were made to stay in this world forever
Counting the years without growing old
Having all what we want and ask for
Ever ready to do things according to his will
Accepting the fact that he made us
Lo, we owe him our submission

Surely that wont happen because, if we
Have all what we want, our
Eagerness to have more will come, we never be
Ready to do what is right before God.
People grow old, and as they do they learn,
Except there has being a new invention in science
Right or wrong, if we were made to stay here forever,
Definitely, it will not be meaningful because of the non existence of death.

poem by Austin Jeffrey
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