Helium will soon be too precious to put in balloons,
so I need to become one while it is still possible.
I shall wear an obvious, frivolous colour, probably yellow,
and my chief occupation will be bobbing -
bob, bobbing along, like in the song.
I shall let go of boring stuff like gravity
and start afresh with a completely empty head.
I\'ll be a bubble that aspires to be a solitary cloud
that floats on high over daffodils and eagles\' nests,
cathedral spires and swimming pools. I shall not sing aloud.
I hope to listen to the music of the spheres.
I suppose, in the end, I shall lose height - brought down to earth
by a mishap with a bird\'s beak, or Christopher Robin\'s air gun.
There will be a disparaging epitaph:
She always was a massive waste of skin.