General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

I too am filled with woe, feeling sadness , hurt and fears,
that a man can work all his good years
Then get ill in later years,
This time is meant for you, to do the things you like
like writing stupid poetry
and getting on the mike,
going walks and football and gorping at the trains
not having strokes and dodging scythes
and having aches and pains,
Stand thee up my friend and look it in thy eye
point thy finger to the sky, then tell it very firmly
Its not my day to die.