• Now writing these words,
    I’ve split it into three thirds,
    To compliment all the anguish,
    And others lives I do languish,
    This is a blip of mine,
    Something in the sky,
    Is telling me it would be wise to shine,
    My head drops and I can only decline,
    So if you’re ever feeling unsure,
    About feeling secure,
    Don’t seek advice,
    But to be precise we all need to be concise,
    So this next morning,
    Remember everyone is mourning.