Send Me On My Way

Send Me On My Way

By Paul McCann

 

My mind is in a state ,

 I think its it’s called New York ,

 

 I’m speaking with a tongue

 that’s twisted like a fork .

Can’t tell you what I’ve heard

I’m deaf in both my ears ,

 

parts of me are falling off

after all these years .

My appendix are in jar

left on a shelf ,

 

 like samples that they took

to check my mental health .

My head is in the clouds ,

my eyes are with the stars ,

my hands are shaking fast ,
from drinking rounds in bars ,

my teeth have fallen out ,

my short term memory’s gone ,

I’ve lost my hair

God knows where ,

I’ll keep battling on .

 

 

My thoughts get scattered sometimes ,

don’t know what to say ,

my nerves have had a breakdown

there along the way .

Taste has disappeared
since my appetite had gone .

Since my sex drive left ,
it’s harder to get turned on ..

The best of me’s now left
the worst is still to come ,

I’m running out of time
for things that I need done .

Time used to be on my side
now the clock has stopped ,

mid life spread came so quick
and then my belly dropped .

Knocky knees and creaky joints ,
can’t be fixed they say .

Just put me in a box
and send me on my way

 

 

 

Send me on my way ,

when it’s all over and done ,

 

I won’t be coming back

so goodbye everyone .

Lift up your glasses now

and drink while you still can ,

 

before you’re livers gone
and your legs cannot stand .

Send me on my way

and remember what I’ve said ,

when I’m no longer here

 and all the tears are shed .