Tuesday, December 31, 2013

If I must grow old -

"worse than verse" for a new year . . .

If I must grow old,
May I do so by my love's side.
Oh I'm not sure which of us may fare better,
When the other has died.
But as for me, I hope I go first,
And that's no lie.

I'm a "burn & scatter" guy,
Please don't think me morbid,
But don't waste good land,
With me old dead body, stiff & torpid.

Yes, scatter me ashes in the grand Pacific,
For that to me would be absolutely terrific!
I'm headed for a better land, and
In that HOPE, for now, I stand.


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