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Final Hours

When the end approaches
one starts pondering
What good have I ever done
one starts wondering

Have I ever helped the
poor and needy
No, never! I have always
been greedy

Have I ever fed any
poor and hungry
No, never! I have only
been angry

However hard one tries
to think and find
Not a single good deed
comes to mind

As the end is near and there
is the Almighty to face
How to do some good and
be in his good grace

That leaves only one possible
thing at that age
To will the life's earnings
to an orphanage


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