The Final Fling

A bright sandy beach

Sailing out of the reach

Once more unto the breach?

We only get one life each

To stand in the sun

To fight or to run

To start what had not begun

Or to settle for just having fun

The journey is too short

We sold what we should have bought

Our world boils down to a dot

While the sun shines ever hot

Gather the resting thing

Put it in your sling

Open your mouth to sing

It’s time for your final fling

The Final Fling is a metaphor for never giving up, even in your last hour, with your last breath, make it count for something.