Allotted Time

Three score and ten that leaves me five should I be glad I’m still alive Three score and ten may seem a lot until you reach the halfway slot. But when there’s only five at last the other sixty flew by fast. But maybe I’ll be granted more if I go knocking on God’s door. The church I mean not Pearly Gate, it’s there I hope that I’ll be late. But singing hymns what with my voice the Devil could be better choice. For he looks after sinners well or so I’ve heard (‘til they’re in Hell). No, better just to ramble on ‘til finally I’m dead and gone. Just live my life for every day, in fact, that’s always been my way! Ivor G Davies ©2009