The Lament Of Too Many

Time and the devil have taken their toll
On the life of this old-too-soon young man;
Early in earth's merry-go-round my soul
Had joined the world's most pleasure-seeking clan.
No strong potion the bartender could mix
Ever lingered long undrank in front of me;
The worse the mess that others had to fix,
I hurried to make with unconcealed glee.
No wonder the years in haste galloped by,
Doctors patching me up along the way;
I cared not for God, my Maker on high,
While frolic and loose women filled each day!
Now, I worry; I have so little time;
If God were cash, I wouldn't have a dime!

"There was a rich man who was dressed in purple clothes and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man's table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores. The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham's side. The rich man also died and was buried. In hell, where he was in torment, he looked and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus at his side. So he called to him, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.'

"But Abraham replied, 'Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this. between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.' " (Luke 16:19-26)