Friday, April 5, 2013


   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.