Poem By Daniel Bates
What do you want?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
What do I want?
Fame, money, riches and glamour,
Excitement, youthfulness, admiration and follower,
A life, more lived, full of events and 'hits'?
A night with a great pair of tits,
A position to be a lender rather than a borrower.
Or just people that loves you to bits?
We want fortune, wisdom, health and wellbeing,
Money, clothes and a mansion like the queens'.
Or a car as fast as a comet,
With a v8 under the bonnet,
Or just to be decent human beings?
Or just a stone with a treasured ode upon it?
In the end my friends, we die alone
And take nothing away with us,
So want is want,
And must is must,
Take what you will from life, as soon enough you will be dust.
I take no pleasure, and take much pain,
That selfishness is my domain,
Because my goal in life, at journeys end,
Is to have at least a tear to lend.
Be at my grave at journeys past,
Please be with me upon my last.