The Notes I Keep


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The notes I keep,

They make me weep.

I take one peek,

And then lose sleep.


My life’s indeed

A sorry breed,

Knowing how deep

In debt I’ve been.


The bills I need

To pay it seems

Will make this week

A time to flee.


The only means

That I can see

Is dig so deep

A grave for me.


And when I meet

My God in peace,

Then I can leave

The notes I keep.