"I've come unarmed"
I said
"There's a poem"
he said

When I was a teenager
I thought
twenty was old
thirty was ancient
and forty was
positively prehistoric

From now to the end of November
a list as long as your arm
of hospitals and doctors
and now I must keep calm

By articulating
another's dilemma
readers reasoned
his need was mine

I cruelly packed it in
I feel guilty
but better

"Pull your self together"
is what they say to me
It isn't all that easy-
I've lost the string, you see
Anxieties keep coming
they overwhelm my mind
and without some mental quietness
that string is hard to find
So give me quiet thinking
help me see I needn't strive,
that the world will go on spinning
and I will remain alive

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