Viewing The End
Walking slow now we pay life our debt
Rain paints our faces with tears
No time left to wager and bet
The race has reached its last years
The landscape has changed where we dwell
The crowd long since left from the street
Where exactly we are we can’t tell
And darkness requests that we meet
Your voice starts to squeak like a mouse
As you make your last earthly confessions
Write a note to say ‘keep the house’
Won’t need any worldly possessions
We all knew this day would arrive
When our time on this earth will be done
Quite clearly, it’s no big surprise
Though we secretly hoped for a last chance to run
© Steve Bentley
Rain paints our faces with tears
No time left to wager and bet
The race has reached its last years
The landscape has changed where we dwell
The crowd long since left from the street
Where exactly we are we can’t tell
And darkness requests that we meet
Your voice starts to squeak like a mouse
As you make your last earthly confessions
Write a note to say ‘keep the house’
Won’t need any worldly possessions
We all knew this day would arrive
When our time on this earth will be done
Quite clearly, it’s no big surprise
Though we secretly hoped for a last chance to run
© Steve Bentley