When my time comes

poem by: Peter Duggan
Written on Jan 06, 2014

When my time comes.

Iâ€™ve reached my three score years, and ten
Iâ€™ve had a wondrous life
Iâ€™ve done bad things, earned some karma
And wed a lovely wife
Iâ€™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?
Iâ€™ve abused my body some
Iâ€™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.

Iâ€™ve wrote me seven thousand songs
Life story all in rhyme
And two full chapters from the Bible
But now Iâ€™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...ðŸ‘ðŸ»âœŒðŸ»

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