Poems (Bacon)/Heaven
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VI. HEAVEN
She says that when we all have died We 'll walk in white there (then she cried) All free from sorrow, sin, and care—But I 'm not sure I 'd like it there.
She cannot tell me what we 'll do, I couldn't sing the whole day through: The angels might not care to play, Or else I might n't like their way.
I never loved my Uncle Ned, So I can't love him now he 's dead. He'd be the only one I know—She says it 's wicked to talk so.
I 'd like to see how God would look, I 'd like to see that Judgment Book: But pretty soon I 'd want to be Where the real people were, you see.
When people turn dead in a dream, I wake up, and I scream and scream: And since they 're all dead there, you know, I 'm sure that I should feel just so!