Can I Go? - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I’m supposed to live till I’m ninety
Which I find highly unlikely
So I’m asking rather politely
Can I go now? Can I go?
I’ve still got a few decades remaining
And my brain isn’t really retaining
The world is emotionally draining
Can I go now? Can I go?
Don’t want to be feeble and drooling
Or any judgmental ruling
And I’m serious, there’s really no fooling
Can I go now? Can I go?
I’m underwhelmed by Medicare
Don’t want to be in a wheelchair
Don’t want to live in assisted care
Can I go now? Can I go?
I’ve spent most of my life as a chump
And occasionally acting the grump
I’m obviously down in the dump
Can I go now? Can I go?
I’ve been patient for quite some time
And decades since I was in my prime
I’m just nearing the end of my rhyme
Can I go now? Can I go?