And It Came To Pass...

I was born and it came to pass my parents took me home, The way they loved me was first class wherever we would roam... But one day came, I had to leave, they sent me off to School, At first, of course, I chose to grieve, observing EVERY rule... School holidays were my reward, they helped me to unwind, These were the times I praised the Lord, because He was so kind... But back in School, homework began, no peace each night for me And while I knew God had a plan, this was a mystery! When High School came, I studied hard, exams came to a close, Until at last I must discard my High School friends and foes... Then off to work to earn a crust and not just loaf around, To gain some cash, respect and trust, yet that's not all I found... I fell in love time after time, despite my being poor And though true love seemed quite sublime, it meant I must work more... I earnt more money, that's the truth, yet time went quickly by, Until I said goodbye to youth, no more that cute young guy! The old man came, with aches and pains, enough to make me sad, Yet I survived despite the strains that could drive old folks mad! And now I am a pensioner! I'm sixty-five this year! How could this miracle occur? Lord, why am I still here? It's not to marry, that's for sure! It's not to emigrate! And so I ask, what's left in store? What's left to celebrate? But I'll press on! One life to live... Let Jesus have His way... And pray another year He'll give, so I smile Christmas Day! Denis Martindale November 2017.