I am sick and dying
on my death bed i am lying
no one is sad
no one is crying
They eat, drink and are merry
asking questions;
Is it cheaper to burn or to bury?
I said;
'Somebody call the doctor! '
' I am sick, i am dying! '
They called the priest
to spray me with holy mist,
to get me ready for the next life
They don't want me to go into any more strife.
I said;
'Somebody call the doctor! '
'I am sick, i am dying! '
They said;
'Your last will and testament
where is it hiding?
Now that you are dying,
you are not gone need all that money.
You'll be in haven
There are rivers of milk and honey! '
I said;
' I am filing better now!
I am not sick, i am not dying
to take my money, stop trying.
I am going to dig it out of the hole,
I'll go shopping and spend it all.
I'll by my self a brand new car
To celebrate, I'll smoke a cigar
I'll go on holiday and drink champagne.
When i get back I'll start a campagne.
All retires who don't like milk and honey
join the grey army.
Start spending your kids inheritance,
start spending your hard earned money'
This poem was written after a story i watched on current affair.
the truth is brought out beatifully and effetively.10 shan. shan
fun, witty and does touch on a lot of issues in modern life with the grey population and the young...highly interetsing presentation....
Very true and people can be so greedy really how sad. Very well written.
I really enjoyed reading this one...the sadness mixed with happiness....and freedom.....thank you :)
Your message has a lot to teach us all. It is sickening to watch someone you love be so terribly dismissed. I tried to get my own mother to do just what your poetic finale suggested for the last 5 years at least, of her life. She didn't take that advice and lost her life, I believe,10 years earlier than she should have lived. As her oldest child, I am having to deal with such evil right now, but I will deal with it and I hope, make my dearly departed mother proud. Smiling at you Tai
Only Milica can write this kind of poem........ a poem pregnant with wisdom of yore.........it deserves more than 10........an excellent write............
i am sorry.. but like you.. i laughed over the end of this life..iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll go on holiday and drink champagne. When i get back I'll start a champagne. All retires who don't like milk and honey, join the grey army. Start spending your kids inheritance, start spending your hard earned money'...they are out fo rmoney.. fo rmoney sake they want you to be dead only for money...what a selfishworld.....beautiful poem....10 read mine....bidding fareewel....mying on bed