Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live. They Come, They Wake Us Time And Time Over. Theyare To Be Happy In: Where Can We Live But Days?

Here Is An Unfenced Existance

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being Selfish Enough.