Last night

Last night
I was feeling cold,
nearly dead
they said wake up
yesterday’s dinner is being laid

I asked to be served in bed

No you are not dead yet
wake up get dressed
and the car is on its way
we will go to Molina Rouge
your ribs
we will all eat

It gave me another lease
today I went to yet another free feast
and have added years to life
how many more years will be my strife?
can't wish it
but I will ask for more, ribs of animals and buttered chicken
as you want to make me live
so keep your purse well insured
and also save for charity to give
me poet yeps poet

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death