Paying Our Dues
At the Funeral Home, I'm waiting,
Not to die, can't do that yet.
Pray the Lord doesn't call us,
As our dues have not been met.
We have a monthly plan you see,
For my good wife and me.
We're at the age when
We're further from the cradle,
And closer to the grave.
So when our time is over,
As one day this will be,
When our hearts have stopped,
And our clogs we have popped,
Our family will not have the worry,
Over how much money they will lose.
For we have a plan at the funeral home,
That's why I'm sitting here
Waiting to pay our dues.
I'll have paid all the money,
To bury me and my Honey.
© Dave Timperley 2018
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2018
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