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I used to think this a term for athletes Late in their careers Past their prime Yet I sit here now Looking at the pill dispenser Filled to the brim each day Not long ago I didn’t even own one Until the litany of trials and tribulations began A never ending trail to doctors Blood and ***** tests, CT scan, then MRI, followed by an endoscopy and an Ultrasound Now four separate ailments identified The fifth without a diagnosis Stealth, planning an untimed attack No grandparents, parents, uncles left A dear high school friend gone at an early age My buddy for many years departed Now this My youngest brother passing Far before his time A two week cold or flu sapping my energy Then some bug decides to invade So I curtail eating, on mostly fluids now I feel weak And exhausted And washed up Andreas Simic©
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Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 7:24 AM UTC
Washed Up
I used to think this a term for athletes Late in their careers Past their prime Yet I sit here now Looking at the pill dispenser Filled to the brim each day Not long ago I didn’t even own one Until the litany of trials and tribulations began A never ending trail to doctors Blood and ***** tests, CT scan, then MRI, followed by an endoscopy and an Ultrasound Now four separate ailments identified The fifth without a diagnosis Stealth, planning an untimed attack No grandparents, parents, uncles left A dear high school friend gone at an early age My buddy for many years departed Now this My youngest brother passing Far before his time A two week cold or flu sapping my energy Then some bug decides to invade So I curtail eating, on mostly fluids now I feel weak And exhausted And washed up Andreas Simic©
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Jun 17, 2022
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