There will come a time,
I feel that it's only destiny,
when I will not be able, strong or willing,
to walk the extra mile,
or bear the extra load.
There will come a time,
I know that it's only destiny,
when I'll be free to venture in my mind,
because that's all that's left to me.
I will be free of petty problems,
I will be free of common toil,
- - - maybe wondering just where I am,
and having no control.
There will come a time,
It seems as if it's destiny,
when trouble will not seek me out,
and engagements will not bind me.
There will come a time,
when the children have to agonize,
about what to do with me!
I'll be old and cranky...
and just sittin' in the home,
if you really want to find me,
listening to old tunes,
drinking me some juice,
hating old -age benefits,
and just plain hangin' loose!
On the other hand - - -
with any luck at all - - -
I will have passed away by then,
... and spent all of my money!
Hi Barry... loved the twist at the end. I always enjoy a bit of dark humor to make a point, and you do it so well
You really think you would be old and cranky? ? ? Careful...they might just kick you outta the home! ! Seriously though...you've hit on another subject that comes into my life on a fairly regular basis...aging, and death (ok...among other things) . I like this one Barry. Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
drinking me some juice, hating old -age benefits, and just plain hangin' loose! (we make it in heart..........)