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Worked hard
Gave at least
One hundred and ten percent
It's no wonder my bodies spent
As joints have went
To separating
I'm not hating
My age that much
Just out of touch
With reality
Living on
Coffee and poetry
In a world gone bad
For two years I've had
No place that's my home
No good transportation to roam
Anywhere really
It's all been silly
After I gave my body
For a lot of years
To calm my patients' fears
Now, I'm the disabled
That sits at this table
To write what I feel
How to deal
With the day to day stuff
That's difficult when your
Bodies rough
Still running or walking fast
When my front hip joint don't blast
A muscle spasm
I have them
Then walk with a cane
It's insane
When I once was so strong
Road my bike for a long
Long time every day
Strong as a woman in every way
We all eventually die
So why cry
Over the past
It was a blast
As much as the future
Will be
Because even if disabled
The rest has ability.


6/12/2015 1515PST cj
 






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