It's dark outside with a cool light breeze.
Cars are passing, half dead trees.
Thinking bout what lays ahead.
my futures dark and full of dread.
Trained my thoughts to drift ahead.
50 yrs I'm still not dead.
I know one day my turn will come.
swift and quick, I hope it's fun.
To leave with a smile and smirk on my face.
To feel accepted, somewhere and someplace.
These thoughts are curious and disturbing to some.
They are what the are, just read'em and run.
Our lives are spent wondering, what death has in store.
enjoy what you have, here now and nothing more.
I welcome my future with wide open arms.
enjoying the now and checking out stars.
feeling my future is based on my past.
It's a long road ahead and can't be that bad?

you have such talent ...do me a favor and think of a romantic one ...that would be great ..shelly