I Doubt It Poem by Philip Carter

I'm sitting here, alone again
With my pint to keep me company
The hands on my watch
Slowly tick away the seconds of my life
I look down at my wrinkled hands
And wonder where the years have gone
Outside the cold night calls to me
To disappear into its dark embrace
As I walk to my empty home
To pull my tattered duvet around my old body
To try and snatch a bit of warmth
Maybe tonight will be my last
And my tired heart with find peace
The gates of Heaven will welcome me
With open arms
For now I will sleep
Maybe tomorrow will be different.

I doubt it.