I only have few months so I'll be very blunt
Life sucks when you fall ill, and can hardly protest
My mind still wanders off but my body lies stressed
Eventually I'll die with a final low grunt

When I was strong and tall, I was a mighty pig
Chasing tails and strong ales way past my own curfews
Getting a hangover and going to my work used
And slurring through the days till the next action swig

I realize mistake of not finding my love
The one to bring me joy, to care of my affairs
Sharing a nightly bed and to produce our heirs

To all players out there, go find your loving dove
Care to cherish her moves, and to settle your home
Compromise and love her, final thoughts in my dome