If I had but one day to live
I'll tell you what I'd do.
I'd take each precious moment and
I'd share them all with you.

I'd wake up in the morning,
Look and see you lying there
With mud pack on your face and
Curly rollers in your hair.

I'd see the cotton neatly placed
To keep your cute toes spreading
And notice how your skin cream
Makes small, wet spots in the bedding.

We'd sit down for some breakfast
Just like ordinary folks
And I would grin to see how you had
Broken all the yolks.

The toast would be burnt to a crisp,
The bacon blackened, too
But it would not detract me from
The wonderment of you.

We'd drive out to the countryside,
You'd say, "Don't drive so slow!"
And miss no opportunity
To tell me where to go.

You'd always let me know that
Everything I did was wrong
And how I was a moron as
We gaily drove along.

That evening we'd have company,
The Whites from down the street
Who dropped by on occasion when
They were too broke to eat.

I'd hear you rant and rave about
My small, low-paying job
And how the house was messy
'Cause your husband was a slob.

All three would laugh at my expense
That would be fine with me.
I'd revel in the sunlight
Of such warm comraderie.

Then, late at night, we'd go to bed.
I'd reach to hold you tight
And see the stare designed to kill
As you screamed, "Not tonight!!!!"

If I had but one day to live
I'll tell you what I'd do.
I'd take each precious moment and
I'd share them all with you.

And, as your snores rang in my ears
A smile would touch my face
Just knowing I would soon be waking
To a better place!

Nothing like hearing an alley cat cackling...