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THE ALLOTMENT
From the Giver of Life,
My allotment, had come
I could do as I pleased;
Until setting of sun.
The threescore, plus ten,
Seemed ageless that day
I had plenty of time -
To revel and play.
Like the grasshopper's summer,
It soon came to an end;
I looked all about me
To find - one true friend.
The tomorrows seemed useless,
As I sang, danced and played
But time passed so swiftly;
And I never once prayed.
The threescore, plus ten,
Hardly seemed fair,
Now that the silver;
Had frosted, my hair.
You see, I've been busy,
Not a moment was lost;
I'm successful in business
I made sure of the cost.
Then I went off to war,
To settle the strife;
And on my return,
I married a wife,
O Giver of Life -
As I climb my last hill
Give me - more time,
Let the sun - Stand still.
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
Copyright owned by the
Wallace and Morehead
families.
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