I have often been posed the question,
If you knew where and when you would die,
Would you avoid it like the plague, or
might you go there simply to defy ?
Knowing where we were heading to,
When we used up our time on earth,
No one yet\'s has inform us though,
So what\'s that information worth?
We all know death will coming for us,
At some unsuspecting time one day,
The means or manor of our ending,
We can neither hinder or delay.
Because there\'s no real certainty.
Of what will happens after our death,
I think I\'ll just cling on to this life.
Until I\'m forced into my last breath !
But if I have to choose my way to go,
I suppose that it would just have to be,
In my bed from sheer exhaustion, caused by
Two young women just making love to me !