Drank too much at Sunday lunch br had a nap and woke at five, br thought it was morning and felt br like hell. Slumped in front br of my computer — br no messages br on Poem Hunter. br Who’s on line? No-one I know, br God I’m feelin’ well below br par, yes very far, br even my head br is hanging low, br think about what br a friend told me today, br how his mate last week br had an awful pain br in his left shoulder, br it got worse and worse, br so he took him to the hospital br and in the car he began to sink br into a really parlous state br yelping with br the awful pain. br Heart attack, it br turned out to be and he was only br forty-three.