When
my name is called up yonder,
And I
check out of this world...
I
want to have my makeup on,
Make
sure my hair is curled.
I
want my fingernails all done,
In
palest shade of pink...
A
pair of jeans and cowboy boots,
A
western shirt I think.
I
don't want the tears and wailing,
I
can't deal with those you see...
Let the sound of friends all
laughing,
Turn
it into my party.
I
won't leave without my 'puter,
I
won't leave it here behind...
For
when I get to heaven,
A
poem might cross my mind.
I
promise I'll keep writing,
Of
the things that I find there...
For I
owe it to my friends and fans,
To
let them know I care!
© 06/18/08 Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
Midi
playing is: I'll Leave This
World
