I'm not as resilient as I used to be
though I still know how to bounce
just make your move and then we'll see
if you're even worth an ounce
I've labored so many hours away
without showing much of a gain
my constant futility tends to belay
resistance to unresolved pain
that cripples those corroding joints
reluctant to bear the brunt
of shame a prideful ploy appoints
when jockeying for front.
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its tough getting old, Bob. I know that for a fact.
I'm waiting for the day we can load our minds into perfectly human looking robot bodies.
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