(A lone figure, kneels and prays. Watched by his faithful cat, Rudolph)

I was born a sinner
Lord

For all us triers are

Blindly sent to live by You
An unknown higher power

To try to defeat the Devil's temptations and sin

But now at 75 and slowly dying
It's no use crying

Wishing I had done better
I've sinned all my life to live

Sinned
Staying out late looking for another with whom to live

Drank anything to get my soul wetter with all I could give

Gambled

Loved and lied
Been cheated on and cried
As inside I died

Cleaning up everything that was on my plate

So Lord it's now too late, and I know Saint Peter won't open your gates

But you know what

I still feel pride
About how I lived

So going to your purgatory with these feelings and sins

I'm sure I'll find other lost souls like me to continue the party
Because they'll be able to relate

For now, to change
As my end approaches

I still haven't got what it takes to be loyal
Since my Martha left me

After
For the millionth time,
I stayed out

Drinking and playing cards with the Gecko brothers

Watching strippers at the ***** Twister
Too late

Please forgive me Lord
Amen

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

At the end, what would your last prayer be?

Did you live a good life or like the man above, give in to the Devils seductive powers?