I wonder how long I'm gonna live? br How long my life is going to be? br Will I suffer when I'm going out? br I wonder what the end for me will be? br br I've used more than seventy five percent of life br I'm in my sixties now ya know? br And I've really been thinking about some things br like just how I'm going to go. br br Don't mean to sound morbid br But it is just a fact of life. br When your getting up there in your years br you start to feel deaths fear and plight. br br You start to listen to your heart beats br wondering just when or if they're gonna, 'STOP! ' br Or if something in your head or body br is finally gonna to, 'POP! ' br br So if one day you notice I'm not posting br all of the poems that I once did.