This transient life of mortal things
see-saws, slides, and tandem swings
provides the playground as time tears
the length and breadth of all my years
leaving bruises, well skinned knees
and hiccoughs too, excuse me please

The slips and falls, the ups and downs
my cycled life on merry-go-rounds
will have me giddy, short of breath
sore and aching, and until death
be the teaching learning tool
of this behaviour changing school

All mortal things will die one day
the playground here will pass away
and I will too, but not my soul
which is eternal, heav’n its goal
and what I learnt from what was taught
will be recorded on my report

I cannot make the grade alone
the course is tough, too tough I groan
and my behaviour’s not the best
I’m tired too and need a rest
but thanks to One I can unbrace
since this diploma comes by grace

(© Judah, 19-11-2005)