Stay or Go??
Taking up space on earth
What kind of departure might I contrive
Why hell might be a better berth.
No time to play
Just bodily decay
In all my years of waste
Will I ever be of any worth
Or should I just depart in haste?
There is no end to work nor pain,
No time for fun nor pleasures gain.
No time for little deeds to others please
No time to pray on bended knees.
It takes all day to do my chores,
My lifeís now spent between two doors
I am beginning to wonder how it would be
To just --- move on, live eternally.
Even if I live to ninety seven
I will never get to heaven
Iím too old to shovel coal
Just have to stay here
And live on the old age dole.
I have my art, my music, my books, my genealogy data
I work all day at the computer
Growing oldda, growing fatta,
Oh what the hell what does it matta?
It seems I have to stay here for awhile,
So I just might as well live
And love and laugh and smile