enough, enough of this life

i'd like

to die in my sleep at

an

elder age

after a fine gourmet

meal,

the proper wine,

a dessert

of course

and then a dance

across the ballroom floor,

in love with the likes

of you.

that would be nice.

so in your arms we'd

go

to bed.

make love make love.

and then

when morning came,

again.

that would suffice.

then perhaps i could close

my eyes

and say

enough. enough of this

life.

though doubtful.