When I Die
When I die turn me into ash
Set me on a bar room table
Order me up a Lone Star beer
Pour me a shot of Black Label
Don't mix me up with old saw dust
Or let smoke get under my lid
Not too close to that dance floor crowd
And away from that drunken kid
Just want to rest and close my eyes
While I hear an old fiddle sing
I'll just pretend I hear Bob Wills
And imagine that he's still king
4-15-19
Contest: April 2019 Contest 5, Max 12 Lines
Sponsor:Brian Strand
Note: I am an old man and I thought a practical approach to death - rather than a $20,000 funeral would get legs. However it seems the younger generation found it not applicable.
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