My Task

O, I must work harder,
Than ever before.
For soon I will leave,
For that other shore.

So soon...God will say,
"Come hither...thou.
I have need of thee,
So...come right now."

There will be no coming back,
For things left undone.
No returning to claim,
Some laurels you have won.

No trying to do over,
Some commandments to keep.
No time to make up,
No place to...just weep.

O, I must work harder,
And I must repent.
For the hour is coming,
And the time is far-spent.


E.P. 1908 - 1989