Full well I trow that when I die <br /> Down drops the curtain; <br />Another show is all my eye <br /> And Betty Martin. <br />I know the score, and with a smile <br /> Of rueful rating, <br />I reckon I am not worth while <br /> Perpetuating. <br /> <br />I hope that God,--if God there be <br /> Of love and glory, <br />Will let me off Eternity, <br /> And end my story. <br />Will count me just a worn-out bit <br /> Of human matter, <br />Who's done his job or bungled it, <br /> --More like the latter. <br /> <br />I did not beg for mortal breath, <br /> Plus hell or Heaven; <br />So let the last pay-off be death, <br /> And call it even. <br />To Nature I will pay my debt <br /> With stoic laughter: <br />But spare me, God, your awful threat <br /> Of Life Here-after!<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/immortality-7/
