The amount of pills you take each day
Prescribed of course... no other way
Makes me think theres not long to go
Your future assured of a real go slow
You act as if your living forever
All I can say is...'Yea whatever! '
It seems to me you are in denial
But rest assured you'll face a trial
As time comes marching over the hill
You will have to swallow a bitter pill
No doubt you'll curse the Fates out loud
As they wrap you in your burial shroud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem