And It Came To Pass... Poem by Denis Martindale

I was born and it came to pass my parents took me home,
The way they loved me was first class wherever we would roam...
But one day came, I had to leave, they sent me off to School,
At first, of course, I chose to grieve, observing EVERY rule...
School holidays were my reward, they helped me to unwind,
These were the times I praised the Lord, because He was so kind...
But back in School, homework began, no peace each night for me
And while I knew God had a plan, this was a mystery!

When High School came, I studied hard, exams came to a close,
Until at last I must discard my High School friends and foes...
Then off to work to earn a crust and not just loaf around,
To gain some cash, respect and trust, yet that's not all I found...
I fell in love time after time, despite my being poor
And though true love seemed quite sublime, it meant I must work more...
I earnt more money, that's the truth, yet time went quickly by,
Until I said goodbye to youth, no more that cute young guy!

The old man came, with aches and pains, enough to make me sad,
Yet I survived despite the strains that could drive old folks mad!
And now I am a pensioner! I'm sixty-five this year!
How could this miracle occur? Lord, why am I still here?
It's not to marry, that's for sure! It's not to emigrate!
And so I ask, what's left in store? What's left to celebrate?
But I'll press on! One life to live... Let Jesus have His way...
And pray another year He'll give, so I smile Christmas Day!


Denis Martindale November 2017.