It is said that the dying, whilst alive,
Have regrets that number five.
That their happiness should have been a reservoir, 
That they’d stayed in touch with friends, both near and far.
That they’d truly lived their lives as dealt,
That they could express freely what they felt.
And, the one they couldn’t disregard,
That they hadn’t worked so very hard.
John Betjeman , not one to be brainwashed,
Pronounced this notion utter tosh,
He said he had just one regret,
And that was not having far more sex.
So should we conclude this rather sad,
That he found his sex life rather bad,
Or conclude he was something of a “lad”,
And so successful, and for him, be glad?