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At the age of 85
I feel lucky to be alive
Many of my friends are dead
Molly, Jane and her husband, Fred.
Molly went raving mad
Visiting her was more than sad
She did not recognise me,
She asked me to bring her a cup of tea
I had to call a nurse
The nurse that answered
Looked very terse
She grabbed me by the arm and said
"Undress immediately and get back to bed."
Suddenly I could not breathe,
I buttoned my coat and hastened to leave
My friend Jane and her husband Fred,
Both died one night when getting ready for bed.
Fred unexpectedly passed out on the floor,
Jane died of fright at what she saw.
My friends are all dropping like flies,
My relatives too are doing likewise.
I am not looking for pity,
I think God has forgotten about me.
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Shirley Hawkins
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