There lived a sinner on the pond of strife,
Who, from one calamity to the next,
With death in pursuit, to the end of life,
Relentlessly vaulted with his pole flexed,
Staying but briefly on each stepping stone,
(Long enough merely to satisfy need),
With no other self in mind but his own,
Admirers he impregnated with seed,
Till finally he reached the dreaded shore,
Whereupon, a wave of uncertainty,
Swept him away to whatever’s in store,
In that unknown place of eternity,
Where saints and sinners, once caught up by death.
Are destined to dwell, beyond their last breath.