Why
Why am I still here?
It is not clear
Most of my friends are dead,
Or in a nursing home bed.
I have not thought of this before,
Until I saw
Old father time at my bedroom door
Last night,
Was it because I could not sleep,
This ancient man took a peep,
Into my private bedroom,
Thinking that I had met my doom.
Not yet, oh ancient one,
Have patience my time has not yet come,
When it does, I am sure.
It will not be your gloomy face,
I see at Heaven's door.
Take your staff and go away.
There is no need for you to stay.
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