The doctor said his heart had failed
So straight away his feelings quailed.
He went to bed to meet his end
And drove his sweet wife round the bend.
He got up after 13 days
And stuck his tongue out 13 ways.
He hardly ate his well made meals
And wanted trifle or he squealed.
His wife explained that failure meant
His energy would soon be spent,
But not that he would die next week…
Though diuretics made him leak.
She washed his trousers and his shirts
She washed his hankies but was curt.
They had some cross words and were sad
And then he jumped on her i pad.
I think it’s not right,Millie said
You make me feel this awful dread.
My heart is aching in my breast.

My life has had too many tests.
I want to die and go to rest.
Arthritis is a goddamned pest,
Not to mention cramp and flu
What must us old ladies do?
I shall be glad when life is done
But I shan’t use a bomb or gun.
I’ll lie outdoors in winter frost
To turn myself into a ghost.
Then I shall haunt those wh’ove hurt me
And drop live spiders in their tea.
I’ll moan out louldly by their beds
And make burned toast from  their  fresh bread.
I’ll sour their milk and spill their gin
And  bore holes in their biscuit tin.
Then when my rage is gone from me
I’ll only haunt the apple tree.
Oh,dear Millie,Arthur cried.
I want you here by my right side.
I am so sorry I am weak;
Sometimes I can hardly speak
But when the bulbs are all in flower
I will not feel  so down  and dour.
We’ll catch a bus to Bushey Heath
When the oak trees are in leaf.
From there we’ll see all London grey
Thank God we’re not there today.
Ok Sweetheart,Millie cried
I’m so glad we have not yet died.
I’ll wash your feet and comb your hair
And fold a blanket on your chair.
I’ll make a video for you
And mend with glue your old suede shoe.
I’ll wear some sexy clothes in bed
Just a minute,Arthur said.
If we make love then I will die.
Oh,dear, what a thing to say…
But if I die too we will  feel gay.
We’ll be in paradise at last…
And all our troubles will be past

They lay down in awe and fear

, Of what their love was bringing near.

They gazed into each other’s eyes

And so did rhapsodise.

They lay down to gaze into

the eyes and soul and heart so true.

They gazed until,when overcome,

They were united into one.

Their souls and bodies were conjoined,

And thus their hearts were well entwined;

As honeysuckle on the walls,

In joy’s sweet arbours does grow tall.

Their loving lips and eyes and hands

Gave pause to time’s soft flowing sands;

And while they touched and gazed so long,

The birds sang out in glorious songs.

The eyes are mirrors to the soul,

and love will make us grow more whole.

Gaze lovingly on humankind..

And hold care in your mind.