"How about re-incarnation?",

a fella asked me once.

"Do you think that you believe in it at all?"

Well, I’ll tell ya I’ve heard tales

that some folks tell about that thing.

But I gotta say the tales seemed pretty tall

It seems that everybody

Was a famous prince or king

And played a great part back in history

I wonder why they weren’t

A simple baker or a thief?

To me that seems a wonderous mystery.

Now I’ve give it quite a bit of thought,

over these past few years,

wonderin if I might have lived before.

And if I did I'm sure

I wasn’t Emperor or King.

I might have stacked some hay or swept the floor.

But if I lived in bygone times

as some are so convinced,

I think of all the things I might have been.

The life I hope I might have lived

Is simple, pure and sweet

It’s not the life of Kings or famous men.

I hope I ran through fields

of green on sunshine sparkled days

And raised a healthy family of nine.

I'll bet I always had

a bit of laughter in my eye

And I thought kissin strangers was just fine

To give love unconditionally

and loyalty as well

To stand guard when the danger came

I sang quite loudly to the wind

and slept sound by the fire,

and was willing any time to play a game.

I hope I put a smile

on faces that were dear to me

as they heard my voice come calling through the fog

Oh yes I’ve pondered all these things

And if I’ve lived before

I 'm pretty sure that it was as a dog.

Reincarnation

Photo by Gateway Kid aka Glen Bishard

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