My Son (The Universe Is His Playground)

Pretty soon, I (God, that’s me) will set my son loose,

When I do, he’s going to cook, it will be a goose.

However, the geese will all be in human form when you meet,

Better be prepared; the time’s coming (face to face) for the formal greet.

My son, never, ever goes looking for any kind of trouble,

But, it follows him constantly, and just like a bubble,

He has to let the air out, and “hear it go pop”,

Yes, quite a few of you will hit the ground hard, when you finally drop.

It may happen one time, on any given day,

Yes, you’ll be going home, to him it’s just part of the play.

Just remember, the world is a stage, and everyone has a role,

It’ll be just fine, as long as you guard your soul.

Your Father

God