WAITING FOR TRAINS

Hopefully they didn't have long to wait, I'm wondering if that train of inspiration might just pull up to my platform in the very near future as I feel my latest few blips to be a bit on the poor side, off on my jollies next week so things are sure to improve.
As I'm a little on the melancholic side this evening I thought I'd share my death bed poem, don't think it'll all fit on the headstone though!

GOOD-BYE

Some days before death
When food's tasting sour on my tongue,
Cigarettes long abandoned,
Disgusting now even champagne;
When I'm sweating a lot
From the strain on a last bit of lung
And lust has gone out
Leaving only the things of the brain;
More worthless than ever
Will seem all the songs I have sung,
More harmless the prods of the prigs,
Remoter the pain,
More futile the Lord Civil Servant
As, rung upon rung,
He ascends by committees to roofs
Far below on the plain.
but better down there in the battle
Than here on the hill
With Judgement or nothingness waiting me,
Lonely and chill.

John Betjeman