Before I reach one hundred years
I wish to do just one more thing:
Not write a book or learn to sing,
not taste one thousand different beers,
not fix those rusty garden shears,
or even punch that plonker, Sting.
Before I reach one hundred years
I wish to do just one more thing:
Nothing daft like conquering fears
or working out the length of string.
I wish to tell you everything;
then drink up all your pain and tears
Before I reach one hundred years.
© Carl Burkitt 2013
Carl tells tales 
This is brilliant Carl, thank you.
Thank you, Philip. I found it an enjoyable form to write in.