If I Make It To Sixty Two

If I make it to sixty two, I know one thing that is true. I am coming home, to the Joshua trees, And when I get there, on my knees, I will give thanks for my release. Ten short months will swiftly run, And I'll be back in the desert sun. I'll walk the Mojave's burning sands, I will return to the arid lands, Walking stick firmly in hand. And once I'm there, I will remain, I'm really not that fond of rain. And should I pass, I'll be at peace, My soul will find glorious release, As my ashes drift, on the desert breeze. 10/9/2014 ALTON TEXAS