The song of the unfortunates

One day

One day you'll wake up,

Pull on some of your clothes,

Put tea into your cup,

And then sit down.

One day you won't remember

The smell of my breath

And I'll just be a member,

Of the place called death.

One day you'll be old,

Needing help to do stuff,

Like hoover the carpet

To get rid of the fluff.

One day you will forget

How it felt to hug me,

And I'll be in the ground,

As dead as can be.

One day you'll join me,

Not now, no not yet.

But you'll come up to heaven,

And we'll watch the sun set.

Then you'll remember

The days long gone.

And you'll be grateful

I didn't sing my song.