A Plea Poem by archie langford
A Plea
Now that I have grown old
And me ticker aint too good
Time is growing very short
That`s clearly understood.
When the final whistle blows
And I draw my final breath,
God whose been good to me in life,
Please be good to me in death.
hi archie, the whole wide world gonna be with you. you bet!
another good one...what can I say? .....all the best....Vallerie
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4/18/2024 8:45:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is so good. I love the plea. I think it's something most of us wish for and you have written it so well. Bit of humour in the beginning. Loved that to.