Ant Smith

Epitaph

The 27 Club

Birthdays celebrate the fact that you are still alive

Another day when you can claim that you have survived

Well done then my dear friend for having not yet died

I wonder if you ever have ever even tried?

I'll gift you twelve more months, you are but twenty six

A year to follow in the steps of Jimi Hendrix

Burn your candle down at twice the normal rate

Get yourself measured up for your early grave

I hear up in heaven they've planned a mighty rave

Poison your own liver and they will save a place

Infamy, infamy, I'm sure you will taste fame

For people will demand that you, play it once again

Immortality's for old men, I hope you join the club

I hope this year is worthy of, your last chance of dying young

Epitaph