Immortality

 Full well I trow that when I die
 Down drops the curtain;
Another show is all my eye
 And Betty Martin.
I know the score, and with a smile
 Of rueful rating,
I reckon I am not worth while
 Perpetuating.

I hope that God,--if God there be
 Of love and glory,
Will let me off Eternity,
 And end my story.
Will count me just a worn-out bit
 Of human matter,
Who's done his job or bungled it,
 --More like the latter.

I did not beg for mortal breath,
 Plus hell or Heaven;
So let the last pay-off be death,
 And call it even.
To Nature I will pay my debt
 With stoic laughter:
But spare me, God, your awful threat
 Of Life Here-after!

Form: Lyric

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