The last grain

There was an old woman
Whose life was down to its last grain
She asked her confessor to lean over her:
‘A good writer’, she said, ‘Is one who writes
As if they are on their deathbed
With nothing on earth to lose
And everything in heaven to gain.’
Believe an old and honest man, said the priest
Deathbed testimonies are the hardest to hear
To think you have carried this
All of your life.