There’ll come a time when you can comprehend
How precious is this only life of ours,
When you're no longer able to pretend
That you'll retain and relish all your powers,
For swift or slow, your destined end will come
To undermine your optimistic dreams
And urge you to enumerate the sum
Of goodness in your mortal deeds and schemes.
Prepare now for what late or soon befalls
All mortal beings and avoid dismay
While rendering your account when Peter calls,
And justify yourself on Judgment Day.
Or if that story does not now ring true,
There’s still yourself who’ll be the judge of you.