La Dernière Minute

Suppose I’d understood all, lived all here below
Suppose I was so old I wanted no more o’me
When the skin of my life is pathways dug out
by tracks and by grief, by doubts and laughter
At that point I would ask  for just one more minute.

When there is nothing more which upsets and which hurts
And when even sorrows seem like a soft caress,
When I can see my death at the foot of my bed
When I see her smiling at my so tiny life
I will tell her “Listen, leave me just one minute
(Just for one more minute. Just for one more minute.)

To smarten myself up or for a cigarette
(Just for one more minute, just for one more minute.)

For one final shiver or for one final act
(Just for one more minute, just for one more minute.)

To sort out my mem’ries before the great winter
(Just one more minute, Quite pointless and aimless)

Since my life is nothing, so I want every bit,
All the lot, all complete, and with all its by-ways,
Since my life is nothing, so I’m asking some back,
I want added for me sixty little seconds as my final minute
The very Last Minute
(Tick tock tick tock tick tock)