Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Rhyme

Sign of the End of Time

I saw a feller today with a sign readin', 'WORLD ENDS TOMORROW!"
Lord! Have mercy! That's all I need - more troubles to borrow!
I called the preacher who knows all about celestial things,
But he had no such revelation (usually borne by angelic wings)!

But I'm a cautious feller who likes to plan things well in advance,
So ere my eternal bourne begins, I'd rather not take a chance!
With so few hours left I'll tie up some loose odds and ends,
And for my many past indiscretions, I'll try to make amends!

In my youth I smoked corn silk cigarettes behind the barn.
Many vile oaths have crossed my tongue beyond a casual 'darn'!
I sassed my Ma and more than once her sage advice ignored.
Do You reckon You could overlook my feckless youth, dear Lord?

I reckon 'tis a little late to see things finished that I've begun.
Life is so very fleet I fear I've left too many things undone.
But thanks to that feller's warnin' I'm ready to face my fate.
But, Lord, could the whole thing be postponed if it ain't too late?

This ominous event will settle my dilemma regarding predestination.
But hold on!  From whence did that feller get his revelation?
Shucks!  I bet he's one of them false prophets the Bible talks about!
Fiddle faddle!  Tomorrow I'm gonna go fishin' to cast about for trout!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Maureen Lefanue May 11, 2012 at 12:45 AM Very clever poem, Robert. I really enjoyed my read. Your poetry is truly great! God bless, Maureen

Joe Maverick May 6, 2012 at 6:10 AM Just goes to show! as we are mere men Bob how can we really know..? "for me its all down to faith failure forgiveness.." AND TRY TRY AGAIN..! good words here.."

Harry Horsman May 5, 2012 at 9:02 AM so much doom and gloom, Bob, this poem puts it all in perspective, very well written. enjoyed. harry

Elizabeth Wesley May 4, 2012 at 1:47 PM You're right Bob, a false prophet to be sure as "no one knows the hour or season". I fit right in with all who didn't adhere to what was right so move over, you have lots of company! :) Luv, Lizzie

Carol Sunshine Brown May 4, 2012 at 12:35 PM I enjoyed reading your poetry today and I will be back Monday to read some more. Wishing you a weekend full of love and joy and much much inspiration in your writing endeavors Bob. Love, Carol

Nette Onclaud May 4, 2012 at 10:48 AM that;s how we need to live life--- flow!.. what a reflective and spontaneous write.. let's fish and prevail, robert!..:) huggs

James Peranteau May 4, 2012 at 6:42 AM In your write dear poet, I imagine that you know a lil' more than you are letting on ! *smiles* Great write my friend...one to ponder ! Have a great weekend Robert, and if'n yer go'n fish'n; throw back the broken stripes ! Much love, james

Lucilla Carrillo May 3, 2012 at 8:24 PM Hi Robert; this is a good one. For many years people have been saying that. others say - it ends for the ones that die. I say - our turn will come. Once I read in the back of a van - My wife says that if I go fishing one more time, she will leave me. ( God I am going to miss her. ) Do you still want to go. Have a good night. Lucilla

Cecilia Macfarlane May 3, 2012 at 8:13 PM Awesome write dear Robert....hope you catch a big one : )