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Age With
Dignity
I sit – poised
and ready – fingers...
Ache – O cursed
age which creeps so;
The pain in my
joints still lingers –
Feel I the wind
through the window;
And by the cold
my bones are gnawed –
Why canst not my
body stand this?
I light a fire
may bones be thawed –
This is not an
enchanted bliss;
Age with dignity
I do seek –
Not failing
senses – body too;
I do not want to
feel so weak –
Just making do to
struggle through;
So begone thou
foul hated age –
Not lock your
horns with such a sage.
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