An Old Man's Lament
I'm laying here writing this little rhyme,
and around me, friends are dying all the time.
I lay here sick with medics at my side,
I can't get better I know it, I've tried.
Why do they persist with me?
I'm too old now I can bearly see.
So now it's time to reminisce,
about the woman I love, the one I miss.
But of course I remember my wife,
the first time I saw, oh the love of my life.
She had locks of sleek silky hair,
frolicking needlessly with not one care.
Then of course the times when we had to row,
you called me lazy, I returned, "you cow!".
But we learnt to make up and apologise,
the secret to a marriage, compromise.
Then you got ill, I stayed by your side,
then it ended and when it did I cried.
I remember that one last breath,
I heard and saw your miserable death.
I've grown weak and my time is near,
so don't worry sweetheart, my love, my dear.
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