I'm not sad or mad at any of this!
Just trying to get through each day,
one time - without some pileup of age
to drag my steps all dogged and bowing
behind. Is that so fair?
Am I right? It's is but just so.
Fair as life. Call a spade, man
- dig! You never know
what fits a given hole,
'til you step out across one.
In you go. Hold the applause, first
please. I was not finished. My breath
- I held it. That's why I'm still here,
I suppose. Walk on, carry a little,
shovel a lot and who knows what?
Could happen so much
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