Don'T Wanna Live Forever-Until The End Of The Twelth Of Never. Poem by Michael Gale

Is my life forever filled with bad luck and calamity? ...
Do i sometimes talk with a stutter or a verbal lowly silenced stammity?
Should i look for a new change of life? ...
Am i still real happy with my loving wife?
Of couse i still love that beautiful bride of mine...
We've just only recently have been married five years.
Sometimes i like to drink my Bourbon and coke and even my beers...
I really wish to hope that one day in the future, that i'll have been married in years numbered of nine.(at least) .
I only hope she does not in the near future think that i must resemble
an ugly old fat bald headed beast...
My hair is just recently receeding a little.
In my olden days in years far away, i only hope i'll not be trapped
in an old folks home, stuck in front of a tv fallen asleep, from my
mouth t'would be dripping a long line of spittle.
A walker in my far away future, i hope i'll not never have...
Constantly for my aches and pains-I'll be stuck in life rubbing in the
lotions of Ben Gay and a soothing, healing salve.
A Golden wedding anniversary is something to be totally looking
forward to....
Hopefully by then i won't have dentures, and i'll be able to eat and
chew beef stew.
Eating baby food type grubb, when i get too old...
Is not a thought too beautiful to be vivid and bold.
Hearing aids protruding out from both ears will make me look as like
a 'My Favorite Uncle Martin-Martian'.
I'll have to slowly and well beware of getting old, i'll have to proceed with
complete and total caution...
I'd rather put a bullet to my head...
Rather then looking as if i should be looking half alive instead of
looking as if i'm completely dead.
Death will seem like a fresh fountain of youth....
As long as i'm not buried inside of a telephone booth.
I once heard of a fella who was so fat that he had to be buried
inside a piano case...
If i ever get that fat, i'd rather drink and inhale a whole case of
a police force's sprayed, pepper-mace.
Or even drink a whole gallon of Arcenic and old lace...
A peaceful sleep of death might one day seem most wanted in life...
If i cannot one day in the final end, be allowed to be laid beside my once loving wedded bride, my loving loving beautiful wife.