Fix Your Posture

Fix your posture, sit up straight Your smoker's cough, your wobbly gait Fix my problems, I'm a reprobate Find what I lost and compensate For 40 years nothing really changes In 100 years, mostly still the same 1000 years it feels barely gone Rearrange the furniture and carry on I saved your seat on the city bus I whispered "Please don't self-destruct" Amongst strangers I stared at the wall and wondered if I really knew you at all For 20 years you held on tightly Kept the faith, maybe wavered slightly In 40 years they'll still be deciding The differences are a change in lighting Lightning strikes in a fitful shake The world swirls in it's peaceful wake I felt stunned, even cast aside You looked vacant, dewey eyed Your mouth set, your words hating Your eyes wanting Only wanting Fear 1000 years make you feel clever I used to forget, now I remember Everything 100 years make you heavyset I used to remember, now I forget Everything but your eyes wanting Always wanting

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