Don'T Wanna Live Forever-Until The End Of The Twelth Of Never.

Is my life forever filled with bad luck and calamity? ...
Do i sometimes talk with a stutter or a verbal lowly silenced stammity?
Should i look for a new change of life? ...
Am i still real happy with my loving wife?
Of couse i still love that beautiful bride of mine...
We've just only recently have been married five years.
Sometimes i like to drink my Bourbon and coke and even my beers...
I really wish to hope that one day in the future, that i'll have been married in years numbered of nine.(at least) .
I only hope she does not in the near future think that i must resemble
an ugly old fat bald headed beast...
My hair is just recently receeding a little.
In my olden days in years far away, i only hope i'll not be trapped
in an old folks home, stuck in front of a tv fallen asleep, from my
mouth t'would be dripping a long line of spittle.
A walker in my far away future, i hope i'll not never have...
Constantly for my aches and pains-I'll be stuck in life rubbing in the
lotions of Ben Gay and a soothing, healing salve.
A Golden wedding anniversary is something to be totally looking
forward to....
Hopefully by then i won't have dentures, and i'll be able to eat and
chew beef stew.
Eating baby food type grubb, when i get too old...
Is not a thought too beautiful to be vivid and bold.
Hearing aids protruding out from both ears will make me look as like
a 'My Favorite Uncle Martin-Martian'.
I'll have to slowly and well beware of getting old, i'll have to proceed with
complete and total caution...
I'd rather put a bullet to my head...
Rather then looking as if i should be looking half alive instead of
looking as if i'm completely dead.
Death will seem like a fresh fountain of youth....
As long as i'm not buried inside of a telephone booth.
I once heard of a fella who was so fat that he had to be buried
inside a piano case...
If i ever get that fat, i'd rather drink and inhale a whole case of
a police force's sprayed, pepper-mace.
Or even drink a whole gallon of Arcenic and old lace...
A peaceful sleep of death might one day seem most wanted in life...
If i cannot one day in the final end, be allowed to be laid beside my once loving wedded bride, my loving loving beautiful wife.

by Michael Gale

Comments (2)

KIND OF MAKES DEATH A THING TO WELCOME WITH POMP & CIRCUMSTANCE! LOL! INSIGHTFULL & SOBERING PIECE...THIS IS WHERE IT MATTERS NOT WHO WE ARE OR WHO WE WERE, FOR ALL OF US, EACH & ONE WILL AGE, AND AT SOME POINT LEAVE THIS PLANE....GREAT WRITE SIR MICHAEL LEFFREY'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
KIND OF MAKES DEATH A THING TO WELCOME WITH POMP & CIRCUMSTANCE! LOL! INSIGHTFULL & SOBERING PIECE...THIS IS WHERE IT MATTERS NOT WHO WE ARE OR WHO WE WERE, FOR ALL OF US, EACH & ONE WILL AGE, AND AT SOME POINT LEAVE THIS PLANE....GREAT WRITE SIR MICHAEL LEFFREY'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK