When my time comes

poem by: Peter Duggan
Written on Jan 06, 2014

When my time comes.

I’ve reached my three score years, and ten
I’ve had a wondrous life
I’ve done bad things, earned some karma
And wed a lovely wife
I’ve served my country willingly
In a country torn with war
And adopted, me a great country
I could not ask for more.

Who knows when my time will come?
I’ve abused my body some
I’ve drank the beer, and smoked the drugs
And acted kind of dumb
But when that time comes I must leave
To go to other shores
I can say that I have really lived
In all these years before.

I’ve wrote me seven thousand songs
Life story all in rhyme
And two full chapters from the Bible
But now I’m past my prime
All that I can ask is this
That folk will read my story
I do not want to die without
At least this bit of glory.

I believe that every soul
Should leave something behind
And so I leave folk all of this
My rhythm, and my rhyme
For me I have poured out my heart
In writing down these things
Although I know that in the end
They do not mean a thing.

5 January 2014 @ 1510hrs.

 

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Daniel Voges commented:
I can relate to this poem in a big way, When My Time Comes. it parallels my own life. Well done Peter.
greg woods commented:
Very neat and clear and true
Frank Hornby . commented on Jul 09, 2019 at 7:42am
That's my style of poetry.....autobiography put into verse......I'm also in the 70s club......and frequently look back at my life in rhyme....(you might relate to some)....love this poem Peter...👍🏻✌🏻

 

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