I’ve got what many consider a strange outlook on life,
and not many think it stranger than.......does my dear wife.
At age sixty-five, by many, I’m not considered yet “old”,
but I say I’ve lived long enough! I believe it, and NOW you’ve been told.
I HAVE NO IMMEDIATE PLANS TO DASH OFF AND......KILL MYSELF,
but at times I feel it’s time to leave Life’s oft’ dreary shelf.
And the longer I keep living, I believe the chance becomes 'better'...
that I’ll end up in a rocker all day, covered with a shawl or a sweater.
Oh, if in a rocker I still had my senses and could get to the john,
if I could feed myself and still call siblings (Birdie, Tom, Terry, and Don) ,
if no Herculean efforts or expenses were needed to keep me alive and sane,
AND if the rest of mankind were in “good shape”......I might say “Let me do it again! ”
But few depend on me now, and those who do could survive.....
if my “clock” were to stop ticking, and no headway was made to revive.
So when I recently mentioned my “outlook” again to my wife, to my great surprise,.....
(though she chided me with harsh words) .....I saw tears in her eyes.
(February 28,2014)
I loved reading this poem.... there is a mix of pathos and humour...... I feel that your wife's response is so natural...... First chiding and then sobbing....! I imagine you sitting on a rocker, covered in a shawl and sweater....! It is the inevitable eventuality of life.... If we are alert and can take care of ourselves, what is the harm in becoming an octogenarian?
the last stanza is a beautiful one, , , you ended this poem on a positive note, , , , , and i am glad she scolded you, , , else you would not listen, , , : P
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are great and the titles too. Enjoyed this much.