It's a habit to read the obituaries
I know I am still here if I'm not there
One morning I wont' be
And on that mornng I won't care
Wife said we have to make plans
I have to know how you want to be buried
I said it is so long ago we were married
You should know where to bury me
Somewhere in my garden under a tree
If you don't find me coming inside
That well be where I well be
Pruning a tree on a cane
There is no walker for I!
Nor one of those motorized beasts
If I need one of those
You can add to the obituary deceased
I notice they say she died
Peacably at her home
I am not going to just lay down and die
You come in you go out at birth you cry
I'm going to curse and punch and scream
I hope you hear my last words high up in the sky
If not the earth well shake and rumble
I have found the devil with my dad
There well be thunder and lightning in the sky
If I am so weak I die peacefully I say
Take me now but let it be known