We’re getting near the end, my friend,
We’re getting near the end.
It’s only what the fates portend,
We’re getting near the end.
We’re coming to the end, my friend,
We’re coming to the end.
There’s only so much time to spend,
We’re coming to the end.
We’re closer to the end, my friend,
We’re closer to the end.
Don’t want to break, I’d rather bend,
We’re closer to the end.
We’re nearly at the end, my friend,
We’re nearly at the end.
With just our weary way to wend,
We’re nearly at the end.
We’re getting to the end, my friend,
We’re getting to the end.
Too many fences I can’t mend,
We’re getting to the end.
We’re very near the end, my friend,
We’re very near the end.
Even I can see the trend,
We’re very near the end.
We’re so close to the end, my friend,
We’re so close to the end.
And whilst I don’t want to offend,
We’re so close to the end.
We’ve finally reached the end, my friend,
We’ve finally reached the end.
There’s only one more post to send,
We’ve finally reached the end.
Why does that little poem fill me with a sense of mortification?
ReplyDelete"There's only one more post to send" - please tell me that's not true??
ReplyDeleteBless you NorthCat...
ReplyDeleteI could pretend that this is some clever allusion to a half kilometre block of carbon that's supposed to "just" miss us at 23:28 tonight, but I'd be lying because that's purely a cosmic coincidence...
"Only one" is (kind of) a lie too... Stay tuned... M.