No Such Thing

 

 

There is no such thing

As living on borrowed time,

You can only live out your own;

You cannot live out mine.

 

However long you have

That’s what’s been allocated

And when that time is up

You will be terminated.

 

If you live to a hundred

All that time will be yours,

None of it will belong to another

You’ll be living your course.

 

 

Borrowed time? Not possible

Even in Hezekiah’s case,

That extra fifteen years

Was his in the first place.

 

There’s much to understand

And much that we never will

But get this, if nothing else,

Death is every one’s pill.

 

For some it’s an easy swallow

For others, not so easy at all,

Whatever the path life takes us

Someday death will call.

 

For all that went in infancy

That was their allotted time,

None will derive additional years

However much they opine.

There is no borrowed time

In this life, or that to come,

When we close our eyes in death

That’s when our time is done.

 

One or ten or one hundred:

Whether many years or a few.

When it’s time for that one to go

There is nothing he can do.

 

There is no such thing

As living on borrowed time,

You can only live out your own;

You cannot live out mine.

 

Stewart Russell © July 18, 2021