Back In the Saddle
Dancin' with the dead,
Becomin' familiar to me...
Missin' my soup pals,
That you can see,
10 days in the ward
Warding off death,
10 days never knowing,
Which might be my last breath,
There is no fear,
Regardless of fate,
It's merely a question,
Sooner or late...
You will join me too...
Somewhere down the road...
We'll write funny poems together,
Hope I don't have to goad...
But now to catch up with my pals,
Sorry for any worry I might have caused,
Glad to be back on line,
With the winners of the world.
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