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Age Confounds me. Yesterdays mixed randomly with tomorrows; Pain interjected into simple daily movements; Memories that slip and slide from my grasp like a wet bar of soap. Yet somehow I am supposed to smile through it and say "better than the alternative" (Which I suppose it is Because I fear leaving those I love, the way I was left when I was little) So I will watch my cholesterol, my blood sugars, my blood pressure and I will try to exercise more I will atone for my sins By getting older and older You're all welcome. And perhaps after all, it does beat the alternative You know I remember when there was a field here. Or did I already say that? Joe Thompson 2022
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Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 12:20 AM UTC
Age confounds me
Age Confounds me. Yesterdays mixed randomly with tomorrows; Pain interjected into simple daily movements; Memories that slip and slide from my grasp like a wet bar of soap. Yet somehow I am supposed to smile through it and say "better than the alternative" (Which I suppose it is Because I fear leaving those I love, the way I was left when I was little) So I will watch my cholesterol, my blood sugars, my blood pressure and I will try to exercise more I will atone for my sins By getting older and older You're all welcome. And perhaps after all, it does beat the alternative You know I remember when there was a field here. Or did I already say that? Joe Thompson 2022
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Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 12:20 AM UTC
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