Shedding tears there’s nothing much to say
Everybody dies in their own way
While we’re healthy we can bawl and shout
Serious illness makes us feel afraid
Conscious of the messes we have made
Remember birthdays and the bag of cards
When they’ve died it feels so cruel so hard.
We like to think we’ve got a chance for Grace
We cant know the time of death or place
Our house is for sale it looks so small.
The vestibule has gone there is a hall
I can’t believe the other people dwell
In a place that we lived in so well
We had no inside toilet we felt cold
Menstruation bleeding we were bold
So we look at photographs with care
But still we see no toilet anywhere
The one outside has disappeared from view
Whatever do these people have to do?
Excretion is a nuisance for us all
But go on sweetheart let your sad tears fall
For rears are clean and will not do as harm
Uric acid rarely has much charm