THE MORTAL COIL ….
When you are really old
Well past your allotted span
You wonder if Someone
Has a devious plan ….
To make you keep on living
(Existing is the word)
Questions go unanswered -
Appeals are unheard.
We’re told not to smoke and drink
Or let ourselves get fat,
Then we live for ever –
And how boring is that?
We should all be able to
Book our departure dates
Instead of waiting on standby
Before the pearly gates.
I do not think my end in nigh
But you never know,
And I may not feel the same
When it’s my turn to go.
My long and happy life
I would not wish to spoil
But will I ever want to shuffle
Off this mortal coil?
1.8.12
(written while picking blackberries!)
