One day you’ll come looking

One day you’ll come looking for me,

And I won’t be there.

Not in town,

Or out of it.

Not upstairs,

Or down.

No doubt of it.

Not in my study,

Not in my chair.

Not anywhere.

Or nowhere you can find me,

However hard you try.

Where will I be?

I’ll be where everyone goes

When they die.

Where’s that?

God knows.

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