I miss the good old days when she rhymed every line
As we were talking outside, it was cold.
We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter. My wife
Is in the next room
We've been having troubles you know.
Please don't tell her or anyone, but I need to talk to somebody.
You said, wouldn't it be a shame if I knew how great I was
Five minutes before I died?
I'd be filled with such regret
Before I took my last breath. And I said,
You're willing to tell me this now,
And you're not going to die any time soon