Time To Die

When hope is lost and love is gone. There's just no reason to go on. A poet's lament ain't worth a dime. Nobody wants to hear that rhyme. The world is for the lucky ones. Not for those the shadow shuns. I pray each night my soul to take. And hope that I may not awake. I buy my ticket in hopes I win. But I'm still paying for my sin. The end can't come for me too soon. I'm tired of singing this same ole tune. I don't want to live no more. The sanctimony is such a bore. So I will not apologize. For there's more to life than being wise. P.S. The double negative in the last verse kind of wrote itself. HMM.