Bucket List
I decided to write a bucket list
Things to do before I die
Experiences that I’ve never had
Or stuff, that I’d just like to try
So I sat down with my paper
And a pencil in my hand
Then tried to think of what to do, but
It never went quite how I’d planned
I couldn’t think of a single thing
That I would rather do
Than spend my last remaining years
At home, just me and you
© John W Fenn 26-09-2009
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