The Judgement Day
My Judgement Day is nigh at hand...
The outcome... far from certain.
Where some have claimed a piety...
Having peeked behind the curtain.
I've loved and lost... been tossed...
The winds of chaos at my back.
I've brokered kindness as a currency...
But still the Hounds attacked.
The slings and arrows of misfortune
Have been their own reward.
Did I rise to meet the challenge?
Will my service be ignored?
So on that day... that special day
When I answer for my deeds.
I trust the test is not too onerous
With the belief I might succeed.
But alas... I have scant information
About my future time and space.
My only hope... the question asked...
'Is the world a better place?'
The End
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2023
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