Shall We Gather? (JG)

 In 2044, I’ll be 94. 

Every bookstore 
will be a graveyard for books.   
Reading will be dead.  

I’ll be in a wheel chair 
looking at the grave 
of all my books.  

You’ll be standing next to me  
and I’ll ask you to sing 
“Shall We Gather at the River.”

You’ll sing it 
like God is listening.


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