A Flower For My Coffin Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I do my best and try to amuse her
So she doesn't get bored with this sad old loser,
Yes, I try so hard to entertain
'Cos a smile on her face will drive away pain,
But I can tell quite quickly she's not impressed,
She's summed me up and I don't pass the test -
A sad old fool who's too fond of booze
And not the young lover that she would choose;
It's the same old story again and again,
The girls all laugh at the older men,
But my heart's still young and my soul's on fire
And if I denied it I would be a liar,
So I pour out my feelings with pen and ink
And I pour out the whisky and take another drink,
'Cos there's a God in Heaven who knows the truth,
You can still be a lover though you've lost your youth,
So listen to my words, my dear sweet love,
That are blessed and sanctioned by the Lord above,
My childhood's gone and my hopes depart,
All I am left with is a broken heart.