Let us compare our
infirmities.
We who once were young and fit;
We who once were young and fit;
Now fit for nothing we sit
Watching a world that has
passed us by.
This arm, that leg, this pain
that ache…
“How are you today?” they
ask, glad that they are not us.
We will die soon, and make
room
For you to take our place!
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