MY LIVING WILL – CODICIL.
My living will I should update.
As I’ve become an ostomate.
Now shit flows freely from my tum’.
And mucus oozes from my bum.
--- Still! – while I can be happy – I will.
But other things remain unchanged.
So they need not be rearranged.
I’ll share with you my previous will.
And add this as a codicil.
--- And! – while I can be happy – I will.
Bill Withers 2011
MY LIVING WILL.
My feet will sometimes hurt and swell Blood disappears from hands with ease.
They have some ingrown nails as well. But this appears is Reynauds disease.
Cold winter's wet I will avoid With bronchial blocks and weakening lung
'Cos all my joints are rheumatoid I guess ‑ I am no longer young.
‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will. ‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.
Achilles tendons play up still My blood is thin, my heart will miss
but they don't make me feel that ill. I even have a job to piss.
It's pain from cramps that I compare Foul farts flow free ‑ and the baddest of
to a thousand volts and umpteen ampere breath ‑
‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will. force friends to flee or get gassed to
death.
Resolving the piles predicament. ‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.
Has left me quite incontinent.
The stricture helps to keep shit in. Whilst I can THINK ‑ I'll not succumb.
But splits and bleeds each time I've been. To these things that I've become.
‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will. But if ever I lost my INNER‑drive
I would not want to stay alive.
Both knees and hips are giving way ‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.
and lower back, ‑ well what can I say
Irritable bowel I can't abide I may meditate upon a sigh.
For that pain comes when others subside. And contemplate a life gone by.
‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will. If I leave this frail old frame.
I would not want it back again.
I often lose my sleep at night. ‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.
With broken ribs both left and right.
I have to lie upon my back. Do not be sad for me my friend.
‑ Snoring ensuring the insomniac. when I have come to mortal end.
‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will. For I'll be glad I've lived my life.
With job, the dogs, the kids, the wife.
When I eat I tend to bloat ‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.
And bile so vile sears to my throat.
This makes it very red and raw. I want to make my feelings clear.
So I don't eat as much therefore.In case my mind should disappear.
‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.Do not feed me, ‑ let me die.
You should not need to ask me why.
That ulcer of mine. ‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.
Remains doing fine.
But the pain in my shoulder.
Gets worse as I'm older. I've got my organ donor card.
‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.And though it may well be quite hard.
When I depart, you can feel free.
My teeth are always going wrong.To use the useful parts of me.
I don't suppose I'll keep them long. ‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.
And glands within my neck swell up.
Which makes it rather hard to sup.Further still ‑ If I can't be happy ‑ my will.
‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will. (this is)
My eyes have never been quite right
And now my hearing's very slight. One other thing that may be wrong.
My hair, though there ‑ is somewhatI forgot to say my memory's gone.
symbolical.
‑ Problems with roots and also the follicle.
‑‑still ‑ while I can be happy ‑ I will.
B. Withers. 1996