SENSE AND NONSENSE

As I embark upon

The closing segment

Of life here on Earth

(Seventy-two years since birth)

My long awaited journey to

The birthplace of my Faith

Approaches

But

My concience reproaches

Husband’s recovered

From health issues

But if I really loved him

I’d stay home.

Although there’s money in the bank

And gas in the tank

Of our thirty-thousand dollar car

Money don’t go far…..

But

You can’t take it with you

And why would you want to?

Got a roof o’er our heads

We’re fairly well fed

Reasonably healthy

And

If we were wealthy

We’d have to pay that darn tax!

Might as well use up some slack

So

Off we go, my daughter and I

To Israel before I die.