My Time
By: Felix L. Perry
Give my old clothes to the Sally Ann
My guitar to old Railroad Sam
The bank can take back my pickup
And I’ll leave this world the way I am
All my organs they are up for grabs
Well any of them that still survive
The blind may see or the deaf may hear
I may be more good dead than alive
My beloved grandkids carry on my blood
The blood my own Daddy gave to me
I spelled a lot throughout the years
That’s just the way it used to be
Let the books I wrote be past to others
Read by generations to come
My poetry may warm the lonely heart
Or bring smile to one that’s glum
And don’t hold for me a fancy funeral
With hypocrites that I don’t know
No raise a toast and share some laughter
When it’s finally time for me to go
Then lay my ashes in unhallowed ground
Where the cold winter winds will pass
A scrap of tin to bear my name and
Etched “Mr. Taxman kiss my ass…”
Felix L. Perry
November 13, 2008
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lindalaw
Honestly...what we worked for and gained in our lifetime, we cannot take it with us when we leave. Sad indeed!!!
But then again, wherever we will be going we probably won't need all that stuff we have in this world. So better go out as we come in, except gaining to clothes on our backs.
A thought-provoking piece, Fee!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Be always safe,
Karen
hugs
Kat
beyond grateful for the smiles and laughter you add to mine.
Ludjoo Troolee {N: Watch for a message from me re a publication op.}
Laugh ON!! xOx Pea xOx
Myrna
Thank you for sharing cuz.
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Cheers,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
You caught me off guard with that jolt of humor at the end. Very endearing until that point. A fantastic read! Love and Hugs,
Sheila
Love the poem, but you better not go anywhere soon. Got it? Need your gentle humor and wonderful words 'round here. Well done. And that ending was a kicker! LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Loved this poem, but hope you stay with us a longgg longgg time yet.
Blessings and love,
~Linda
Off we go to a star,
The taxman notwithstanding,
You've had a life most outstanding...Ed
Georg
PS: by your way of thinking we are soul mates, matey.
With hypocrites that I don’t know;
No, raise a toast and share some laughter,
When it’s finally time for me to go.
A sentiment, I truly share with you;
Some laughs, and a hardy toast or two.