The End of His Days

The End of His Days

(1/29/2023 Tom Entrican)

At the end of his days he will give up his dust

Doesn’t matter, ‘cause he really don’t care

All that he knew went away with the rust

Nothing left but old bones and gray hair

It wasn’t all bad, he’d loved and he’d lost

And he watched many friends walk away

He strayed oh so far and he paid the cost

As each sunset just marks off his days

Sure he’s a bit bitter, but some of it’s earned

He’s been knocked down so many times

But it does not compare to all that he’s learned

From the Word that has saved his life

He still has rough edges he’d like to be rid

In the grand scheme, perfection he’s not

With him and his Lord there is nothing hid

And he thanks Him for all that he’s got

He is a bit lonely, perhaps that’s by choice

On this world he’s beholding to none

So many people making so much noise

In a race he can no longer run

He knows the cost of grasping at straws

He was willing to accept every crust

He has never regretted heeding His call

And at the end of his days he will give up his dust