PERSPECTIVE

Sometimes this life’s a bitter pill,
On shards of glass must walk it still,
But I have found a way to cope…
To leap, to dance, to sprint, to lope.

I paint my world from pallets bright
And force my eyes to see the light.
It matters not… life’s painted gray,
I paint my world in my own way.

In fields of dung, a daisy sow,
And in this way see gardens grow,
But this is just the start, you see…
My last wish may think me crazy.

For when I die, wish you to paint,
My death, like life, in shades it ain’t,
A bright red casket lined in white mink,
Riding in a hearse of deepest pink.

Sit me upright and dance and sing,
For you must see, death has no sting,
I’ll dance along where there’s no need
To plant a rose in field’s of weed.