Irreversibles Poem by MSL Anuradha

Holy names he did never chant
Sinning all the time he spent
Now repents of bygone years
Those he can never reverse

Sagging meat and waning wits
Struggle hard to cooperate
Cann’t sit for a minute straight
With intent; praying Him in heart

Money, muscle and men were all
He thought during youthful heights
About Him never did he reflect

Aha! How difficult is this last spell
Only few minutes are left
For carting all those deigning spirits
In this din of ringing death knells