Recalling I’m mortal
I gave a tiny chortle
No time to boohoo
I’ve much more to do
I can’t afford to die
Or merely stand by
Things to achieve
Before I finally leave

No more a hoarder
Affairs in order
People to hug
Heart strings to tug
Presents to buy
Big fish to fry
Places to stay
Champagne to spray

When the end is nigh
I’ll give a big sigh
I squoze it all in
Right up to the brim