His Cross Of Poverty Poem by Francis Duggan

Who knows in years from now I may be like the old bloke in the wheelchair
Pushed by his old wife along the street he is in need of love and care
The independence that he once enjoyed from him forever gone
But till the reaper claims the life from him he feels he must live on,
The desire in us to live than the will to die is always far more strong
For to not want to die despite ill health is quite natural not wrong
Since life on Planet Earth the only life we know of or to me 'twould seem that way
Though many believe in an afterlife and on a judgement day,
Our birth to life and our inevitable death seems beyond our control
Though many believe that dust thou art is not meant of the soul
Success and failure it would seem mean nothing at the end
Since we are only mortal beings why otherwise pretend
And though the old bloke pushed by his old wife in his wheelchair well off financially
To be restricted in his old age is his cross of poverty.