Timor mortis conturbat me
So I sleep, I sleep, I sleep
Now ends the Month of May
Kindnesses to keep

I might need a lawyer
She files for divorce
I'm all on my own
On my own, of course

I like little libraries
Made of wood and glass
Time just gets away from us
Things fall apart, alas

I like True Grit
Ms. Mattie Ross
Aging is painful
Loss after loss

               Reno!