My neck aches
this morning.
I can't read
without glasses.
Two cups of coffee
no longer
do the trick.
I'm getting old.
I live alone.
I'll never be rich,
famous or admired.
But none of this
matters at all.
The world
remains out there
and while I breathe,
I must show up.
- mce
I like this very much. :)
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