Seems I don’t know what will come next
I cannot read the hidden text
Some days I’m sure ’twill be my last
And others when the surge has passed.
I find it most confusing now
When shall I take my closing bow
It’s difficult to get a grip
There are no lessons, how to ship !
Well, God and me are on one page
Though surely not upon the stage
And when I make that final call
I’m ready for His curtain fall !