Northamptonshire
Barnwell
An Innkeeper.
Man’s life is like a winter’s day,
Some only breakfast and away;
Others to dinner stay and are full fed,
The oldest man but sups and goes to bed;
Large is his debt who lingers out the day,
Who goes the soonest has the least to pay;
Death is the waiter, some few run on tick,
And some, alas! must pay the bill to Nick!
Tho’ I owe’d much, I hope long trust is given,
And truly mean to pay all debts in Heaven.