What Happens

There's been a question,
On my mind,
For the longest time,
What will happen when,
I die,
Will the world stop turning,
Or will it continue to spin,
Will people be sad,
Or happy that I went,
What will be the cause,
Of age or of depression,

Who will be there,
Will they cry,
As my casket gets lowered,
Into the cold ground,
Or will they just stare blankly,
And not make a sound,
Will my enemies be there,
Just to laugh and smile,
Will I be told one last time,
How much I was really loved,
Will there be flowers on my grave,
Just to make it look nice,
Or will it be just another headstone,
Marking my name,
And stating the dates,
Of when I came into this world,
And when I left,
When my heart stopped beating,
When I took my very last breath,

Where will I go,
When I leave this place,
Will I stay right here invisible,
Or do the dead really go someplace,
Will I float upon a cloud,
Be welcomed by family and friends,
Who have passed long ago,
Maybe I'll be a guardian angel,
There are so many people I love,
They might need help,
Surely I can't leave them,
Completely by themselves,

Or will I go down further,
Into the ground,
To a place unknown,
Where the volcano lava flows,
And be kept with the devil,
To forever burn in hell,

That question still remains on my mind,
What is going to happen,
When I die,
It's a question that will never go away,
Simply because no one knows the answer,
And I will be gone someday,
Whether it be some day soon,
Or many years later,
No one knows,
What happens or where the dead go,