Four Good,
Dead Friends

Isn't every day in life 

just a new chance to play?

Of course, some'll be blue, 

but the rest are bloody gay

If you feel as I do, 

then we're of the same feather

Meaning every sort of day

is walking-worthy weather

So, strap on some shoes 

and tramp straight out the door

And know staring at screens 

is not what we're for

Layer up and venture, 

whether wind, rain, snow, or sun

Embrace a hardy world—

let your imagination run

For summer's an attitude, 

not a season to pine for

The indelible unknown 

lies just beyond your door

There are neighbours to visit, 

scads of chores yet undone

Goals upon the horizon 

and fortunes to be won

I've got four good, dead friends 

that would wholly agree

Legions more would eagerly 

swap places with thee

We're indebted to those 

that've moved beyond the living

So let's all be grateful 

for the livin' we've been given

In the eyes of suffering billions, 

we gripe whilst in the dream

So quit your little pity party 

and revel at full steam

Any stress, hate, or worries—

just grin and let 'em go

All's not aimed to go our way, 

yet the sun'll rise tomorrow