Survival. Comical poem 877 by Angela Lansbury

 At eighty or ninety I still have my old fears

But my fears have helped me survive all these years

I avoid all dangers, and people who bring tears

I'll tell you my secrets to help you, my dears

When I was young and dating men

If things didn't work out I could try again

So I avoided rides in smart, attractive, fast cars

And amusing people who told stories of their life on Mars

I always have a worst scenario in my head

I don't want to die, but I want to die in bed

I can;t say when I die, but I can tell you now

The ways that I won't die, because of my know-how

I'm not going to die surfing the waves

I travel a lot but I'm not that brave

I'm not going to die bungy jumping off a cliff

I've tried lots of activities, but give that one a miss

 At eighty or ninety I still have my old fears

But my fears have helped me survive all these years

I avoid all dangers, and people who bring tears

I'll tell you my secrets to help you, my dears

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