Nope Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

How much more time do I own here,
will I be alert when this time draws near?
Do I wish to turn away,
or is it that I will be begging to stay,
at times I do have visions of this though it doesn't matter I don't agree on that opinion anyway.

Yes there are times when my mind become a bit unclear and semi-distraught,
making to leave for that run sometimes is a welcomed thought,
though my passive-thinking soul shall never allow these
unlucid thoughts to be sought.

I guess I ought to stop thinking about going,
by doing this my mental guard drops and my nervous fears begin to start showing.

No matter how it is calculated via black and white,
We all end to live out our days in human fright,
though the only way that I am going to retire is when
God allows me to say my final goodnight!