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When That Time Comes |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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a poem writer I yam. once I was a wanderer, a curious, edgy breed, also a very resilient one. I'm old enough to die, I've outlived three wives, how could that happen? I'm dying, but feel no pain, another birthday come April, so you can say I'm dying. We all think of our death, and the more years we live, the more we think about it. I've thought about my death, and how to go about it all. No "nursing home" for me, not if I have anything to say, no place for a wandering guy, I've done my time, hard time, hell with prisons for the old. I'd rather figure things out another way if given a choice. I'd like, when that day arrives, for someone, you, perhaps, sweep up my ashes and go to a brawling bayou and read my poems, then send me on my way, wandering free in the brawling bayou until it empties into the Gulf of Mexico because there, my friends, is where I belong. ©February 23, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (03-30-2012 07:03 AM).] |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Glad you put it in writing so your wishes be known. When that time comes they can read this poem. But if I were you here is what I would do- I'd get a tatoo that says "Do Not Resuscitate-Cremate-Sprinkle Ashes in Bayou" Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sounds like something I'd want to do, Lori. Haha ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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