A Change Of Habit Poem by Michael Gale

I hope to remain on this sofa of life...
Ever p-laying to good friends and yes
even to My Dearest sweet-loving Wife!

Hope those clouds of death do not make
harbor over and at My Dock of living...
They're even so shaded in dark colors
as in depressing misgivings.


Lest the Good Angels can toss to Me the
nice rounded, rotational device....
A Life-Saver, worth not any, even any,
baddest of the worse advice.

Yes-They'll haul My lazy couch riddled
behind up to the Good Lord's thrown....
Yes-I'll haply land at the Good Lord's
feet, but not powered of My own power's Own!

I guess I'd better change quickly
of My very bad ways....
So that in the end, I'll end up, in
Heaven's stays in My very last days!