177 Hands behind my head

I prefer to sleep in bed
with my hands clasped
behind my head,
but I tend to snore
in that position, more,
and Nancy, at all hours
whispers, “Ken, roll over!”
I, though comatose, apologise, obey,

So, when I’m dead,
I want to lay
in come comfortable place,
stretched out, relaxed,
with hands clasped
behind my head,
a smile on my dead face.

And when they come to view me,
I hope they’ll say,
“Doesn’t he look-content?”
And when the trumpets wake me,
I hope my Angel shakes me, gently,
as, with a sparkle of humor,
she asks, “Had a pleasant rest?”

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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