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Spineless
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
on
Wednesday, 14th August 2002 @ 08:36:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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For fifteen years,
my life was good,
my bones were strong as stone.
The sixteenth year
singled me out
and my bones grew alone.
With every muscle that I flexed,
my ligaments were wrongly stretched,
and then the wear began to show.
How long I have, I do not know.
A hundred eighty though, for most,
the lot behave as one;
yet in my skin, they separate,
and frailty’s begun.
For fifteen years, my life is fine,
and then the symptoms show.
For two more years, they worsen, and
there’s sixty left to go.
If left alone, my bones will lay
ignorant of their joints,
but when that happens, I don’t know.
When is my age a point?
I know that life has given me
a rather gracious lot,
but my one curse is my downfall.
When will my innards rot?
Until that time, I must just wait
until the armageddon date
and then I’ll be a frail form
like forrest gump,
and far from norm.
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Re: Spineless
(User Rating: 1 ) by Daniela_Maria_Violin on
Wednesday, 14th August 2002 @ 10:41:00 AM AEST (User
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Ouch, must be a painful reality for you...
Don't worry about your "armageddon date" all of us will have one eventually just live life to the fullest with what you got, day by day and then you won't have any regrets
Good, honest write....
Always,
Daniela |
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