Suspended Animation

My body had been preserved, no burial or cremation,
until such time there's a cure for earthly aggravation;
they say that they remove your tongue for post mortem,
I intend to speak again and when it's time I'll tell them.

Now that 'cure' can cover a multitude of my former sins,
but remorse has passed and it's where my new life begins;
my brain still retains so much knowledge, don't want to lose,
it's the body that's fallible - must have been too much booze.

However, a few tweaks may not be amiss - after all before,
all that irresponsibility, sly withdrawals - not needed anymore;
someone told me that I should be amenable, no mystery,
maybe then I could realise the person that I wanted to be.

My friends and others had all gone now I was having new life,
not quite - I had company because alongside me was my wife.