Where did they go?

What about the dead, those who passed on? Where did they go?  Sitting in the home of a good old friend who went on listening to music on his stereo.  The night before in the home of another friend who went on.  My brother went on, my father, two of my sisters,  so many crossed the line.  As a young person one never thought of crossing the line, but now so many Kadizzle has know have crossed.  What is on the other side?  You can make up what you want, that is what religion does.  In fact religion does it for you.  On the other hand you can admit, you just don't know. That is the school Kadizzle is in.  The most likely thing is we are no different from the squirrel run over on the street.  Maybe it just simply is over.  It would sure be nice if all the answers were known once the body left us.  So many mysteries could be revealed.  So much is unknown.  Really what is gravity, what else is out there.  Maybe we get to know once we give up the ghost.  Sitting here with a mild fog outside contemplating.  The days are numbered.  Once you cross that line at 70 you begin to realize the glass is not half full or half empty, the glass is just about dry.  Deny it all you wish, but you can feel your body falling apart like an old house, and old car, and old pair of shoes.  You just don't last forever.  Kadizzle keeps telling the younger gang, retire enjoy, you never know when the plug will be pulled.  Money, money, money, it is always just a little more.  Look at the people with gobs of money, are they any happier.  Look at Trump a miserable rat obsessed with greed.  Where did greed get that rat?  It motivated him to lie, to cheat, to be a despicable human.  Look at the people who love him.  They can see what money did to him, and they actually wish it on themself.  Trump sits on a golden toilet.  Wow, does life get any better?  There is a lot of world out there and most of it is free.