Repentance

"If you repent," the Parson said," Your sins will be forgiven. Aye, even on your dying bed You're not too late for heaven." That's just my cup of tea, I thought, Though for my sins I sorrow; Since salvation is easy bought I will repent . . . to-morrow. To-morrow and to-morrow went, But though my youth was flying, I was reluctant to repent, having no fear of dying. 'Tis plain, I mused, the more I sin, (To Satan's jubilation) When I repent the more I'll win Celestial approbation. So still I sin, and though I fail To get snow-whitely shriven, My timing's good: I home to hail The last bus up to heaven.