The Death
I would not like to die in winter
When earth is frozen and will not take a spade
They will dig a shallow grave
Bury me in a coffin without a blanket
Then go inside and sit by the fire
Perhaps they will wrap me in canvas put me on
The hey-loft till spring
And collect my old age pension during the cold season
I don`t mind that
Soft soil and flowers on the ground
Dig deep, and I will be a part of spring
I'VE COME OF AGE
July 22nd 1947 to July 22nd 2012
I have come of age today
sixty-five years old,
I am of the age for Social Security,
or in some places, Old-age pension,
I am of the age to receive
Reduced Metro fare card,
or as in other places
Free bus pass, Free rides on the ferry,
even reduced air fare.
I have my AARP card
and a list of all the places
that offer discounts and Freebees.
I can demand
those special seats on the bus or train
that's set aside for the Elderly and Disabled
I am offically a Senior Citizen,
A Seasoned Saint,
or whatever you choose to call me.
I can complain if I choose to,
but why should I?
God has blessed me with
good health and strength,
Yes, the ticker is still ticking,
The engine is still running,
even though some parts
need a little oiling sometimes.
I can say and do whatever I please
as long as I don't break the law.
I will enjoy every minute of this time
that God has given me.
This is my time
and I will proudly shout,
I HAVE FINALLY COME OF AGE!