When I am old and smelly,
And my knees are very weak,
When my brain's as soft as  jelly
And my trousers start to leak.

Then Death, I hope you'll gently say
(As gently as a friend),
“Let's close those curtains now. The day,
Like all days, has to end”

Wayne Carvosso

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