At The End Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Time keeps counting down,
Till that final day,
Your reservations are guaranteed,
And won't be canceled there is no way

You can't run or hide,
To extend your stay,
Or talk your way out,
With some words you say.

At the end,
On that final day,
You can't bribe the judge,
With any amount of pay,
You won't find A lawyer,
That can get you away,
Or appeal his decisions,
They are final in every way.

If you want to,
Clean up your record,
And get your files in line,
You better start now,
Before you run out of time.

At the end,
On that final day,
You can't bribe the judge,
With any amount of pay,
You won't find A lawyer,
That can get you away,
Or appeal his decisions,
They are final in every way.






Tom Maxwell copyright 07/23/2004 A.D.