Too many today share your outlook Scorn piety to party: scorn the Good Book And to answer their responsibilities they fail
Leave worried minds and broken hearts in their trail. On times passing my mind I've cast And brought back memories of the past, Though indeed yet young am I, Sometimes I sit and think of times gone by... And, remembering, sit for a while, Something to my face brings a smile, Only for then my eyes to cast down,
Though you are dead, this day I bet You are for your sins unrepentant yet And God knowing you were honest and true Probably made in His rules an exception for you
Time took you from your paper and quill But did not strike your form until Enough of note and humour you had wrote down To ensure for ever your renown! As something unpleasant brings to my face a frown...
But, soon is passing the times when I am sad, For my life so far I am glad, And should I good one day be, I'll be contented with such a reverie. For life, I've come to expect, Every so often needs us to stop and reflect, Be we advanced or young in age, We look back on life as if it were a stage...