Death: I Brought Tears To Her Eyes..... [cutting My Life 'short'; Marriage-Matters; Personal (But You Can Read It) ] - Poem by Bri Edwards
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.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
in 2nd stanza, third line, i at first used 'better' at the end. then i changed it to 'greater', because i thought 'greater' more closely said what i wanted to say. THEN i noticed that it hurt the rhymn with 'sweater' so i went back to 'better'. which do you think is better, i wonder. it is staying 'better', no matter WHAT you think! ha ha.
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