The Death Of Me

What will be the death of me Since I am now single, retired and free, I am my own caretaker, my very own boss Only I have to worry about my own win or loss; But, I now think quite often What will be the cause of the nails in my coffin. Other people problems I need not worry about With bills or mortgages, I don't have to scream or shout, My own money is my very own deposit My only extra baggage's are stored in my closet; So, I still wonder what will be my ultimate ending As my soul, my mind, my body is always mending. I once worried constantly about my dear ole mother And then about my sick older brother, Then my young son I worried about him as well Then I had a wife, who treated me like Hell; Sadly death, then maturity, and then a divorce arrived I both proudly and strongly, survived. Now in my life stormed some unneeded stress Which I truly hate, if I were to ever swear or confess, I hired someone else to lay down my tile floor Now I'm being used, as though I am their slave or whore; Now after I added up all of these extra factors The death of me, will probably be caused by contractors. Randy L. McClave