When I am Gone

When I am Gone

“When I am gone Dear

Would you get back in the game

And date a new man

Would you even marry again?”

Quickly she responds

To my surprise, “I think I might

I would be lonely

Without a bed-warmer at night”

But when I am gone

“Would he get the keys to my Merc?”

“No, he’d drive a Porsche

Or Bentley”, she says with a smirk

“You’d surely not share

My prized vintage bottle of port”

“He’d be tee-total

An adonis, ace at all sport”

“Tell me when I’m gone

He won’t wear my favourite suit”

“No, he’d be slimmer

And fitter, well over six foot”

I try to feel glad

You’d have the love of another

But “please don’t give him

My Scotty Cameron putter”

She says, “Dear relax,

Your clubs are fancily branded,

But are of no use

He’s definitely left-handed!”