The word death just gives me the creeps. Always has, death, death, death, still creepy word and sound.
I guess death started cropping up in my teens. Spending a few days in the children's hospital in Galveston, Texas when I was a teenager and been told by a Chinese doctor (still remember his round little face) there's nothing we can do for her (same breathe) she (looking at me) won't live past her eighteenth birthday. Well...guess what was on my mind when that day came. Yep. Death. Let's back up here. I came out of my Mother's womb blue and gasping for air - so death has been with me from the begining of life. Anyway, at thirty-one death came knocking once again, this time open heart surgery you know the old fashion kind of surgery. Time has past doing ok them BAM! Turned sixty seems like everything going down hill fast. Pacemaker, and a few other little things to be hammered out and still gasping for air. Life really has a sense of humor.
Tippy toe Tippy toe who shall we pick to go into the black hole?
Is she ready to go?
Oh no. Let's spare the wee one; there's more for her to do
Tippy toe Tippy toe looking around the corner, who's out there for me?
No, no still too young
Tippy toe Tippy toe waiting for the right one to go once again into the black abyss
Well, when he had ask
Tippy toe Tippy toe once again been told there is still too much for the young lass to do
Tippy toe Tippy toe growing impatience ask isn't she done yet?
Surely as a babe, and now with the snow on top she should by now drop!
Oh no, oh no there is more too do
Now go and leave alone look for something else to please thee
Tippy toe Tippy toe lurking around the corner with just a half cocked smile!
