Forty-three, will I see?
It is just a fortnight hence.
For in this life, only misery
Where is my recompense?
I have fulfilled needs
when for others needs arose
I have done many good deeds
when will I receive the payment owed?
For a laborer is worthy of his hire,
So the good book says.
Waiting for my funeral pyre,
For my reward will be delayed
Until Heaven I do reach
My reward is pending
For this the Bible also does teach
After life has ended.
So I wish for life to end.
Nothing more here to gain.
Good bye, my family and friends:
I can no longer endure this pain.
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