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.