It’s never too late
It’s never too late for a birthday
It’s only when that church bell tolls
Your friends all turn out, candle’s blown out
It’s then you’ll start mixing with souls.
When those pearly gates open
And after the Big man has spoken
You’ll find that life can be so fickle
When your present’s a harp or a sickle.
You don’t have to face that dilemma
If you’re neighbourly, loving and true
There’s no one can give you the answer
In the end it will be all up to you.
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )