Your life is coming to an end
Your working one, I mean
All those years of toil and strain
Are going to be wiped clean
So while you ponder on the time
That you will have to kill
Remember there's another life
That He will want to fill.
For there are vacancies for you
Within your chosen path
Reaching out to those around
Who suffer from life's wrath
Bringing light into their dark
You'll do The Masters bidding
Your work will be a pleasure
As retirement, you'll be ridding.
