Silver City

I'll buy in Silver City.

Adobe on a hill.

Rescue a cat and dog,

Whiskers and Bill.

I'll find my sunrise coffee spot

and perch for sunset beers.

Thusly will I settle in

for the remainder of my years.

I'll take classes at the U,

maybe make a friend.

By then the food of solitude

might have nourished try again.

I'll buy an old nine-eleven,

fit it for Whiskers and Bill,

throw 'em 'round the up and down

the twisty turny hill.

I'll grow old in Silver City.

Older I should say,

officially senior coming soon,

my beard betraying advancing grey.

I'll get work done in Silver City,

every day from dawn 'il noon.

Walk Bill to lunch, bring treats home for Whiskers,

smoke weed each night under candle Moon.

I'll die in Silver City

if all goes well.

Please spread my ashes 

near Whisker's and Bill's.