I missed the good life,
Not by a whisker
Never the good death,
Not even by a whit
A lazy meal of beef
A slew of laced beer
And no few puffs
I laze in my bed
Drizzling in the meadow
A bird sings her sizzle
To a rainbow in the mount
And home descends my sun
Bringing my staff
As my son is wont
He sees my state-
Ahaa dad is gone!
A lasting smile
Palms saying bye
Eyes shut in bliss
I chose a good death!
