I’ll never
fit in at a rest home,
Nor give up
my 7th grade humor…
If I look
serious when found dead,
Any
speculation, is all a rumor.
I laugh at
all the gutter jokes,
See life’s fails
as humorous irony…
Life’s too
short to wear a frown
Happy’s all
I want to be.
Neighbors
discuss bowel movements,
Complain of
arthritic pain…
I say wash
down another aspirin,
With wine
and dance again.
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