I’m Not Fifteen

I’m Not Fifteen, death won’t be sneaking up on me, cause of something stupid I can’t stop myself from, not doing. Those days of wondering how in God’s name, I manage to still be alive, with thoughts running through my head of situations I put myself in, that now. Just thinking of them, scare the Bejesus out of me, as. I make one of those quickie signs of the cross, 'you know'. The kind, that are over before they start, to let God know. I’m thankful He watched over me. Let me live to this ripe old age, where. Death’s gonna come through my front door now, and. I’m gonna be standing there, smile on my face happy to see him.