This is a melancholy ditty inspired by one glass of red wine too many. I'm not actually dying in hospital as I write, so no sympathy please! I suppose the idea is that many people sadly are, and that one day I probably will be, and this is supposed to reflect the fear of dying and visitors leaving.

A bit maudlin, eh?!

Small point - I've just added the word 'Here' to the beginning of the last line. I hope it scans better?