some lose sight in one
eye
or the other,
or both.
legs are lost.
teeth fall out,
hearing dies.
our voices draw to a close.
we disintegrate
daily.
but still move forward,
that primitive
instinct
keeping us alive.
one more hour,
one more day.
another year down
a hard road,
but not to worry..
we're fine.
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