What was important
Nearing the end,
I think back on what was important.
The jobs I’ve done
The places I’ve lived,
Holidays and travel
My motorbikes and guitars.
The songs I’ve written
And the paintings I’ve painted
Politics and society
Books, films and television.
The sex and the drugs
And the fantastic concerts I’ve been to.
But it’s only love and friendship
I remember that count,
Maybe it’s because that’s all you can take with you.
