I had fun and I had hope,

I had misery, I was a dope.

I had friends, some very good,

others might not say so, touch wood.

Those last two words don’t make sense,

what does, come off the fence.

I enjoyed a lot, I laughed a lot,

sometimes at dirty jokes.

I love wit and humour,

I see pigs in pokes.

What should I take seriously,

if anything at all?

Should I sing a song or two,

all creatures great and small?

I am not dead, as you can see,

who writes these words, me?

This obituary is somewhat premature.

I’ll hang around as long as you or I endure.

Tich Ennis

4th June, 2016