I suppose I'll be in a Nursing Home one day
drooling all over myself
And still plotting revenge on this world for
having wronged me so,
Or maybe I might just be dozing, probably
having another nightmare
I might find myself on a train somewhere and the conductor he suddenly
announces
"Next stop Dementia City
After that it's Alzheimersville"
I'll awake with a start
And then...then I'll see her... this beautiful
vision just walking in
Elderly like myself but still so ladylike
Still so lithe and graceful
I'll tell my Nurse to quickly get my false teeth
And my good wig
And my walking frame
And to give me a couple of those heart tablets
I'd think to myself "I knew she'd come... one
day"
It'd be one last chance for Love... one last dash for Love.
So moving slowly but determinedly across
the floor toward her
I'd probably get a pain midway
And then keel over
She'd not see me, she'd have her back turned
to me
The Nurses they'd be showing her to her
room
She'd be walking away
I'd try to call out but the words they'd get all
garbled and stuck in my throat
I'd try to reach out to her... reach out like
she's some mirage in the desert
My last gasp... my last gasp for Love
But...too late...
Too late, the Hero.
A bittersweet bit of fun.