He said to me I am not right in the head
And at times I feel I'd be better off dead
Dark clouds in his heart on a beautiful day
I wished him happiness what more could I say.
He is on medication and mentally unwell
And life for him has to be an Earthly Hell
Yet a very nice person he did seem to me
Life's not always fair that's how 'twould seem to be.
In his early thirties just out of his prime
With an illness that will not fade out in time
Without any children or partner or wife
How can anyone envy him his lot in life.
The sun shining bright in a clear Winter sky
And I wished him well as he bid me goodbye
The pee wee he sang in the parkland nearby
And the pied oystercatchers o'er the beach piped as they did fly.
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