Late In The Day

Walking slow now we pay life our debt
Rain paints our faces with tears
No time left now for wagers and bet
The old clock has conquered our years

The landscape has changed where we dwell
Old neighbours are gone from the street
Where exactly we are, we can't tell
Yet darkness requests that we meet

Our voices they squeak like a mouse
As we make our last earthly confessions
Write a note to say ‘keep the house’
No need now for worldly possessions

We all knew this day would arrive
When our time on this earth would be done
Quite clearly, it's no big surprise
Yet we secretly hoped for a last chance to run

© Steve Bentley