My perfect world is not my idea
Some may call it a panacea*
It was imagined aeons ago
Something I was taught, I didn't outgrow.

It's a grand place...,like a "garden" most would say
A place of continual day
It is a place where no one will pollute
A river with trees along its banks that bear fruit

The homes are all mansions
No need for expansions
Children play in streets of purest gold
The Lion lies down with the Lamb, I am told

In this place Peace abounds
I never have to worry about gaining pounds
No sickness, sorrow, or Death
"Oh my, let me catch my breath"

My loved ones are all there, too
And people I never knew
There is a narrow path to take
I hope you are on it for your sake

A door at the end
There awaits our best friend
"Seek and you will find"
Something to bear in mind.