SOMETIMES-ok

GRATITUDE

THE PLUMBER WAS HERE AND ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS DISCONNECT THE HOT WATER DISPENSER.

SOMETIMES I WONDER
WHEN I GET OLD
WILL I BE POOR AND WEAK?
WILL I HAVE TO
LIVE ON THE STREET
BEGGING FROM EVERYONE I MEET?

SOMETIMES I WONDER
HOW I WILL DIE
WILL I BE ALL ALONE
WILL I BE TOO SICK AND WEAK
TO EVEN PICK UP THE PHONE?

HOW I WISH WE COULD ALL DIE
TOGETHER WITH PEOPLE WE LOVE
JUST CHECK INTO A HOSPITAL
AND HAVE A GOODBYE PARTY
WITH SOME FOOD
THAT TASTES SPECIALLY GOOD
BUT LACED WITH POISON
TASTELESS BUT POTENT
SO THAT WHEN WE LIE DOWN
AFTER OUR BIG PARTY NIGHT
WE DRIFT OFF TO SLEEP
AND BEFORE MORNING LIGHT
AND WITHOUT EVEN A FIGHT
WE ARE GONE
NOW WOULDN’T THAT BE THE BEST WAY TO GO???