we limp into the room.
slow afoot,
exhausted
by the day.
we grab
a chair to hold onto,
the edge
of the table, then
fall
into the sofa.
the sun and blue sky
mocks us.
come out and play, they
say,
come get some fun.
come sweat,
come throw the ball
and run.
come on, get up,
get going.
there's four more hours
in this day.
you're not dead yet.
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