It's worthwhile, this 'witnessing God's grace while dying of cancer' gig, but sometimes...
...when I start with the dry heaves and can't catch my breath...
...when 'death in the dunny' is a BM that clearly shows my systems failing (sorry, but I promised to be honest)...
...and the nausea (well, honesty has its limits)...
...and when a single night seems longer than a year...
...I think maybe I need a career change.
The night was black, black as the pit,
but when I woke, ‘twas fancy free,
and now that death comes down to it
I’ll live my days in piracy.
I’ll run my soul before the wind,
in search of loot, and golden plunder,
and yes, Peccavi!, I have sinned,
but I’ll have my share ere I go under,
and revel in the debauched days
of wild abandon, wilder sun,
and sing a jaunty hymn of praise;
‘Ere, mate, would ye like some rum?
Cancer may my soul yet harrow
but I shall fly like Captain Sparrow.
The obvious music (please click here if Blogger doesn't load the video)...