Death: I Brought Tears To Her Eyes..... [cutting My Life 'short'; Marriage-Matters; Personal (But You Can Read It) ] Poem by Bri Edwards

I’ve got what many consider a strange outlook on life,
and not many think it stranger than.......does my dear wife.
At age sixty-five, by many, I’m not considered yet “old”,
but I say I’ve lived long enough! I believe it, and NOW you’ve been told.

I HAVE NO IMMEDIATE PLANS TO DASH OFF AND......KILL MYSELF,
but at times I feel it’s time to leave Life’s oft’ dreary shelf.
And the longer I keep living, I believe the chance becomes 'better'...
that I’ll end up in a rocker all day, covered with a shawl or a sweater.

Oh, if in a rocker I still had my senses and could get to the john,
if I could feed myself and still call siblings (Birdie, Tom, Terry, and Don) ,
if no Herculean efforts or expenses were needed to keep me alive and sane,
AND if the rest of mankind were in “good shape”......I might say “Let me do it again! ”

But few depend on me now, and those who do could survive.....
if my “clock” were to stop ticking, and no headway was made to revive.
So when I recently mentioned my “outlook” again to my wife, to my great surprise,.....
(though she chided me with harsh words) .....I saw tears in her eyes.

(February 28,2014)