The Devil May Care
The old man lay in bed and watched
His body eaten to decay.
How strong he’d been in his old day;
How weak he was today, how scotched.
How great his all-too-mortal fear,
How much he’d give for one more year;
He’d even sell his soul to get
To keep it in his body yet –
For even thought the end was near,
He longed to ante up for one last bet.
“Indeed ?” a voice replied at large
In answer to his silent thought.
“Perhaps the bargain you have sought
Can be arranged, and free of charge.
Yet not a miracle, alas,
But biologic working-class:
To give your soul an unfair bite,
I bring a little hope tonight –
For while it’s true all thing must pass,
It passes slower for those souls who fight !”