If I could leave this world for awhile,
I would dig a grave more deep than a mile.
In it, I would toss my guilt and shame;
including the ones that built my name.

Throwing in the times that I had swore,
and even the enemies that I would never see no more.
Resentments and jealousy would go in as well,
and all my broken hearts that put me through hell.

Finally, I would realize I was on the brink,
and take time out to stop and think.
Why not throw the world in to?
Before I jump, first there’s you!

I’d then add all the world’s sins-
because no one tries to make amends.
And, as I watch the last one jump,
I would wait until I heard the sound of ‘thump’.

To watch overhead- would be a nice role-
but, not as much as filling the hole.
Then, I would come back on earth for awhile,
with the shovel in my hand, and my face with a smile.

I’d report to my master, ‘That was sure fun!’
And, remind him that his will was done.
Finally, I’d inform him that the world’s now a disaster…
And come to realize that I had served the wrong master.

Marcas B. Sterling
Feb. 6, 1992