Wonder when I’ll meet the End,
Sometime Near or ‘round the Bend?
When I enter this Playground,
Hope it’s Up and not Straight Down!
Assume that I have Been that Good,
Rise to Heaven’s Hollywood.
Thought I’d take this Time to Share,
What might Be when I get There.
Don’t get Gas when Eating Beans,
Still can Fit in Teenage Jeans.
Since I’ll have My Working Wings,
Be no Need for Cars and Things.
Pearly Whites that Never Stain,
Hair that Won’t plug up the Drain.
Weather like the Porridge Pot,
Not too Cold – Not too Hot.
Wrinkles they All straighten Out,
Joints move Smooth there Is not Doubt.
I’ve lived Life – now Party Time,
And it Won’t cost Me a Dime!
Maybe should Look Forward to,
Like a Fun Trip to the Zoo?