Pé na Cova (one foot in the grave)

"Why wait?" I said. "Why hesitate? "What good is one day from another?"

You just laughed, and slapped my back;

"That's a good one," you said. "That's a real good one, my brother."

And so we drank to all our worries,

And we drank to all the blues.

And the sun it rose in a miserable light,

As we drank to all of the truths.

The truths we had forgotten,

And those we'd rather forget.

To the ones which proclaimed us a villains,

And to those which we owe a great debt.

And so we drank to the end of times,

To love and its inevitable end.

And we stumbled off home in the wee hours of dawn,

Just a prick and his miserable friend.

One Foot in the Grave ₢2017 C. Sean McGee