Robin Amy Bass

FACTS NOT FICTION

My life might be programmed by friend and by foe
But I’m going to live it – until I must go
Now where I am going, I really can’t say
Suppose, I don’t not like it – if so – I won’t stay.

Still – while I am waiting to die – I will live
I’ll take what life offers – I’ll take what it gives
I’ll try to be happy – well most of the time
Each minute is precious – Since I’ve past my prime

Yes, older brings changes – Perhaps I’ve grown wise
Though my bones are creaking – I’ve learned to disguise
The heartaches and illness – are now status quo
I’m shooting for balance before I must go

I’m leaning towards heaven – till death shows the way
But while I am living, I still want to play
And venture to daydream, while I still am breathing
If there is no heaven, then all that I’m leaving

Will stay here behind me – while I rot in hell
There’s no way of knowing, yes – no way to tell
If there is another place waiting for me
I’ll live for the moment and just wait and see.