Peeks Through Clouds

An effort to brighten darkness with gentle humor and loving truth... a desire to discern both love and truth more and more clearly when I gaze toward Glory... and a spirit-name, properly descriptive, unrequested but received, my own.

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Monday, June 29, 2009

When I Get Old

When I get old
I'm gonna drive real slow
in a big old car
on a bright sunny day.

When I get old
I’ll park a tennis ball on my antenna
just - like - you!

When I get old
I’m gonna drive real slow
stare at the houses
remember who lived there.

When I get old
I’ll put my wheels right on the center line
Just – Like – You!

When I get old
I’m gonna drive real slow
make extra wide turns
ignore all the signs

When I get old
I’ll leave my blinker on for miles and miles
JUST – LIKE – YOU!

When I get old
I’m gonna drive real slow
wear stupid plaid shorts
with tall black socks
get a goofy white belt
and some plastic teeth.

When I get old
I’ll get my doors blown off
by some young punk
when I get to a place
where the road is straight
and nobody’s coming
he’ll go ripping by me
and flip me the bird
and shout “You dumb geezer!”
when I get old.

Just... like... THIS!!

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