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
But we secretly hope for a last chance to run

© Steve Bentley