There comes a time
when all of us must pay
the piper so they say.
Pay for all the wrongs
credited to our life,
pay for all the things
we should have done,
but never got around to do.
Pay for any hurt we’ve caused
when came to call
and we never did respond.
No one is ever perfect,
we’ve all got our crosses
that we have to bare.
So when it comes to paying
the piper so they say.
I guess we’ll all have to pay.
21 January 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd like to think the man upstairs is going to forgive me and all my sins....I think if you have a conscious you pay the piper right here and now with the feelings of guilt...but even that can be washed away if you give everything to him....the hard part is letting go