I Don't Want To Die

I don't want to die, I want to feel what you feel. What you see and feel the breeze Upon my face and kiss those lips but she is gone. What will happen when I die? Time has flown concerning those whom Were close to me. I never liked beer or gin I knew not How to drink nor sip. But those six or seven long island ice teas would Be enough to make me think. Like Bukowski I compartmentalized that part of my Brain so I could talk. So I could think, so I could last all night Into the morning light. I don't want to die, I want to live, I want To give you something back. Leaving it behind in case I go to that Place I was before. I've been left behind by Sara and Sharon And Sylvia. No interest in the men I should have had I've read them but mine they've never read because their dead. When I die I know one thing, that eternity will fly by When I have died.