Keeper Of The Flame
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When did they make steeper the stairs?
I could always bound up two at a time
Now I cannot possibly take them in pairs
It has become a long and tedious climb....

The very air I breathe is harder to inhale
What was it that changed to make it that way?
Hold my breath a minute?  No doubt I'd fail
And something shortened the length of each day
...Or else night-time comes more quickly now
Which phenomenon it is, I really can't say
I have got to figure all this out somehow
All this, and why my hair is suddenly gray.....


When did the mirror bend all out of shape?
I thought I was very slender and tall
But when I measure with the measuring tape
...I can see it isn't the mirror after all....
There are other things I can no longer begin to do
I could try to explain each and every thing in detail
But there is no sense in me further boring you
If I tried to explain it, I would be certain to fail....

MAY 14 2009

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