Last Request
I've had a good life Lord; I've been treated quite fair, I'm not all that mad I've lost most of my hair
My hearing is gone, my eyesight is bad; I know now I won't die a rich millionaire
If Mom were here with me she'd tell me beware, and if I know her she's still watching up there
So Lord hear me now as I utter this prayer; "Please let me go home in clean underwear"
Mike Roberson
2/26/22
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