he makes a list
and tells me what's wrong.
my lungs he says. they don't work
as well
as they did when I was young.
my eyes
are blurred.
my voice cracks.
my hair has thinned.
the knees are shot, my back,
my back.
but all is well, he says.
all is well.
i have money. i have love.
what more is there to ask?
and tells me what's wrong.
my lungs he says. they don't work
as well
as they did when I was young.
my eyes
are blurred.
my voice cracks.
my hair has thinned.
the knees are shot, my back,
my back.
but all is well, he says.
all is well.
i have money. i have love.
what more is there to ask?
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