I AM in a coffee shop

Walking into a coffee shop I see an old man Dark black suit Great white tie Golden gloves on his hands He had a long white beard With a black top hat Golden watch Without numbers Face to face with him I sat Features simple yet complex The wrinkles on his face Youthful eyes Blue as sky Lit a fire in the place What is the purpose of life? I asked God stroked his beard To learn from the world The birds The trees The blistering sun And the waves of the sea To learn from children Their hearts Their souls Their innocent eyes Dependable in whole Contemplating this I ask Do you still care about us? God stroked his beard With every breath taken Every pound of the heart Every word Every thought Every life that I start From knowledge I’ve given To death I have dealt For one common purpose The love that I’ve felt Contemplating this I ask What happens after death? God stroked his beard To die is to awaken The end is the beginning White shores Golden skies All hurt is forsaken From roaring mountains To sleeping valleys to calm oceans With fishing galleys In a moment, God stood up Cane in his hand Walked out of the coffee shop And flew away from the land