I'm Going To a City

Speak louder when you talk to me
for I can hardly hear,
but don't feel sorry, Friend for me.
My time is growing near.

My eyes are dim. My hair is gray.
I'm walking with a cane...
But I will leave this all someday.
Oh praise God's Holy Name.

I'm going to a City
where people never die...
And you won't need to pity
a poor old soul as I.

I'll have a mansion made of gold
but I won't need one dime.
There I never shall grow old.
There'll be no end of time.

This poem won second place for the April 2012 poetry contest