Live Life Backwards

LIVE LIFE BACKWARDS If I could live my life again, I’d make just one small change: I’d like to live it backwards so the years would rearrange. I’d like to start my life out dead – get that out of the way, Then wake up in a rest home - feeling better every day. I’d soon get way too healthy, so they’d have to boot me out I’d draw my pension while I fished and traveled all about. I wouldn’t owe a penny to the bank, or anyone… I’d wear my trophy buckles from the rodeos I’d won. My spouse and I’d get younger, and our hair would lose its gray I’d start a job and get a nice gold watch on my first day! I’d put my forty hours in then head to rodeos I’d ride some broncs and throw some steers, in cowboy slim-cut clothes! Then pretty soon I wouldn’t have a spouse or job, you see, We’d be too young! - and I’d be working on my PhD. And when my college years were done, I’d rodeo full-time I’d date too much, and learn to slam Tequila shots with lime. But then I’d have to quit all that, and move in with my folks, To drive them both plumb crazy with outlandish pranks an jokes. I'd ride the old ranch pony, till I reached the age of three. Then I'd grow into a baby, and they’d hug and kiss on me. I’d spend nine months free-floating in a spa-like cavity Where everything is built-right-in for fetal luxury… Then like a shooting star that streaks across a prairie sky, my trail would end and I'd become the twinkle in dad's eye! Copyright protected by Diane Tribitt March/2007

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