Die laughing....

When I go, I would like to die laughing

(No, not right at this moment in time….)

But when my number’s up

Can it be down the pub,

Cracking jokes, as I croak,

With white wine?

Could I find a sure way to die laughing

With my feet up, in front of the box?

Could my heart go all racy

With some Gavin and Stacey

And then, when credits roll,

Could it stop?

And so, when it's my day to die laughing,

Could it be when I’ve reached 99….

…but still dancing with friends

Till the un-bitter end,

With bare feet, and red lippie, round mine?

Oh, and can all those I love, just die laughing?

No disease, no disaster, no shocks,

When they’re mellow, and old,

With a warm hand to hold

Knowing it’s time, without checking the clock?

Thanks.

Jane McIntyre.

June 6, 2017.