Thursday, September 30, 2004

"Why I Wait"

A verse
  a line
A hearse?
  No time!
I’ve no time
  to be dying
For in death
  I’ll get my rest
Peace, dear soul,
  fear no trouble
Work while you’re here
  strive for those dear
For Heaven is yours
  (you need not fret)
  but I wonder,
  do you think It’s theirs?

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