Here I am at the ripe old age of eighty-two
Can’t say I’m still standing, that wouldn’t be true
I use a power wheelchair to get myself around
As for my mental state, I think I’m fairly sound
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I need some help in the morning getting out of bed
The caregiver then makes sure my two cats are fed
I eat some eggs or maybe a cheese danish instead
Some scriptures from my Bible next will be read
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It still seems strange not having far to look ahead
It’s not that it wasn’t there right along, often I have said
But now it’s right in front of me, so I should not dread
It’s a fact, eventually everyone of us will end up dead
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Author Eileen Clark
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