Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
On Judgment Day in the morning early
I shall get up morose and surly.
I always do, and the Day of days
Will be just too late to change my ways.
Work after breakfast all my life
Has soured my love of human strife,
And I get disgruntled even more
If ever I have to work before.
What I'm afraid of, I'll admit,
Is not the mouth of the bottomless pit,
But that heaven's gate will open up
Before I've emptied my coffee cup.
Well, I won't come out to climb to heaven
At any such hour as half past seven.
I won't be hurried. I won't be hauled.
And I won't be loudly trumpet-called.
For anything like beatitude
At breakfast-time I'm not in the mood,
And that holds good, I'd like to say,
From now till the crack of Judgment Day.