Mr Bartholomew - it's unlikely you will ever walk again
Hard-hitting Forever sitting A life too young for me to be fitting Twenty-seven and I just swerved heaven Who knows if it's a place I'd get in We've all done naughty things But not too much to dance nor sing From six foot five to me now hardly seeing Now to contemplate me forever being Self-evacuation, front and rear Uncontrollable accidents, my biggest fear The loss of real friends and those who can trend An easy decision to make to those who wouldn't watch me mend But life goes, Jeez does life roll on My amazing wife and daughter who I adore Who gave me fresh life and opened closing doors But I won't go all soppy and repeat as a bore For life is an adventure not a governed guided tour.