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
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