What we often fail to see
during a time of sorrow,
is that nothing in life but death is certain,
especially tomorrow.

So hold on to life with all your mite,
make every second count:
“She lived a life of no regrets!”
I want to hear them shout.

Beyond the fields of poppies
you will therefore see me skip,
and if you hear a concerning noise
oh, that’s just my hip!

For I’m now old my bones are weak,
but thrills I do still seek.  
You’ll find me in the bingo hall,
Not once, but twice a week!