Those who are tough lived long enough
(from puerile juvenile to senile immobile)
to become on the world's bum a boil
in the very end my good friend old chum
will finally shuffle off their mortal coil
go to the dogs then pop their clogs
come to some harm and buy the farm
get a leg out check out peg out
or as bad luck would have it kick the bucket
when they give up the ghost and they're toast
if they were an eskimo
we'd sit them out on the ice and snow
but we're humane we do maintain
ne'er more to roam we condemn them
for life to an old folks' home
where the infirm may wither and dither
hanging around dwindling down
until the day they f-fade away
Let Me Live, not Exist
Written: by Miracle man
5/12/2021
Just let me live life, my way, until I die,
Let me do the things I do, not inquiring why?
Well meaning people advise, you ought, or shan’t,
I’ll do the things I can, foregoing things I can’t.
Let how I confront each day, determine what I do,
Don’t tell me vacuous conversation should be taboo.
let my day’s activity be dictated, by how I feel,
and should night sleep come early, it’s no big deal.
Many years were lived unburdened by constraints,
but now, each day comes equipped, with restraints,
As a young man, cancer ushered me, to Jesus’ face.
and God has prepared for me, a better place.
Not looking at my peg out day,
just say’in.
Tom
Sweet Sundae has got windy knickers,
No she hasn’t been eating baked beans,
It’s a game for her lovely daughter,
And it’s not about farting it seems!
You must help granny peg out washing,
Because today it’s her washing day,
If you land on the sun you can help her,
But a tornado will blow clothes away!
If you land on a cloud miss a turn,
A rain cloud means your washing comes in,
But landing on a storm you should spurn,
All clothes blow off much to your chagrin!
Now Sundae’s enjoying these ‘wash days’
As she sits with her huge glass of gin
Sundae watches as her daughter plays
Both are happy you should see them grin!
Thanks to my sweet friend Sundae for telling me about this game … she said she saw it and thought of me!
09/21/20
Twas not a twinge that caused my shout,
Nor feats that among bulrushes lay.
Nor dread that brought reshape about,
Nor was it visualized my peg out day.
But by the Holy Spirit I was undressed,
Left meandering, 'mongst cattails standing.
My thoughts,which God, forthwith assessed,
Swallowing sin, leaving ticker pounding.
Beyond my facade, emerged an inward glow,
The magnitude of which caused me to squirm.
From wetted eyes tears began to flow,
I was now God's man, not Satan's worm.
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