In the Afterlife you live for keeps but

you're dead and until the end of time or
make it Eternity, whenever that
ends then you've got something but anyway
it's part of religion and thank God that I
don't get it but once a week and those times
I read my workbook-lesson before I
walk to Sunday School, and sometimes I read
it on the way with an apple for my
breakfast or even walking home so that
I get God and Jesus and the Holy
Ghost the Hell out of my hair for the week,
but I like the songs we sing, my teacher,
too, she'll make a fine wife for me if I
can stop her aging. I'll grow into her.

— Gale Acuff

 

 

Gale Acuff has had hundreds of poems published in a dozen countries and has authored three books of poetry. He has taught tertiary English courses in the US, PR China, and Palestine.

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