The secret he’ll keep till the day he dies
No one will know, his lips sealed forever
Confession he did, eyes toward the skies
The truth to his Maker and Redeemer
Not ‘nother woman neither an affair
And no forbidden illicit pleasures
No theft, murder that anyone’s aware
Neither pot of gold nor buried treasures
The decades passed; now ninety-five years old
Fruitful exciting life he’s been given
Through the years his secret remained untold
It helps that the secret he’s forgotten!
Thus, be grateful! The blessings of old age
He’ll keep the promise as he leaves the stage
07-22-2021
© Vic Evora