On the Near Edge of Seventy
I'm on the near edge of seventy
and I wonder if I've lost my destiny.
Did I I waste too much time on foolish things
like envy, jealously and those many brass rings.
Was being good quite good enough
to cancel out the evil done when times got rough?
Sometimes I collected honey,
sometimes I ran after money.
Sometimes I was held with strings,
sometimes I was given wings.
If after that the Lord don't call my bluff,
I'll have the golden angel halos to buff.
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