I put this title down first
It is not my nature to be maudlin
You know the suicidal poet
Woe is me don't you agree
Longevity is not in the family genes
Mom died at the age of 54
No one was told she had cancer until the final weeks
The Doctor called us in, "I have to tell you your Mom has two weeks."
"No Way!" She had been fighting with a smile on her face
She had offered herself as a Ginny pig to fight the deadly decease
Hid the sickness from medicines that she called the flu
On my Father's side average age is late sixties
So lets get positive here
I am well on my way to be the oldest of my family history
Who'd a thunk it?
Four years old Mom told me the Doctors said the only
way to save my life was puncture and eardrum stop the pressure
When I tried to join the Marines no way in a sub
Air force said you can never be a Pilot you cannot fly
What a blow I had always dreamed I was Superman
At twelve I thought I was Superman but dad proved me wrong
That was the first time in a coma lasted hours
I never learned I wanted to find him and have a rematch
Nineteen I awoke after four days in a coma in the death ward
Asian flu 1958 Chicago Great Lake Naval base
In the Air Force wanted a few good men for Medical training
Three years later down to 130 lbs three years to live
I was dying and none of the Doctors could figure out why
You can pack it in or fight to win as Mom would say
It is heart attacks that took out my Father's side
That an alcohol--I'm told I had one at fourtyfour
A life and Death experience I had a basketball game to play
Two week later in a physical Doc said when did you have a heart attack?
When I told him I played basketball the same day
He said no way these are massive scars I see in the x-rays
If I go out I am going out running
See if the grim reaper can catch up with me
It's an annual thing if I think about health
Mom and Sis both were sick in the holiday months
They both died the same day--I am thinking about them
So if I write maudlin poetry I am thinking about them
I know some of my friends on this site are feeling the same emotions
So enough of this dying need to start writing on living
Today we take Grandma who is ninety four to lunch
Don't have a walker, forget some words but still a talker
I think I'm going to make my goal to live to 95