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Robert W Service - The Score
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Because I`ve come to eighty odd,
I must prepare to meet you, God.
What should I do? I cannot pray,
I have no pious words to say;
And though the Bible I might read,
              Scriptures don`t meet my need.
              
Please tell me God what can I do
To be acceptable to you?
I`ve put in order my affairs,
And left their portion to my heirs;
And what remains I`ve willed to be
              A gift to Charity.

What must I do? I cannot kneel,
Although a sense of you I feel,
I will not show a coward`s fear,
Waiting until the end be near
To pester you with mercy plea,
              —You`d be despising me.

I hope I have been kind and true;
I`ve helped to happiness a few.
I`ve made a mother`s eye to smile,
I`ve played with little ones a while.
I do not know what is the score;
Of good I might have done much more:
But now I guess my exit`s due;—
              Dear God, it`s up to You!
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