(1) The Next Kingdom

There are so many cruel days distributed throughout the months of a life: fortunes lost or never won, sacred missions abandoned or never begun, kisses forgotten or remembered too long, or worst of all, never tasted. I've walked beneath the stars and counted the decades wasted and now I feel like a solitary soldier with too many evils sated! Did I kill and cast away the dead unburied? Is that why I approach the end to go unmourned Without family members or obsequies? How will I enter the next kingdom if even ancestral graves sneer at me without acceptance?