A Fitting Prayer
Someday. In old age.
My well-being will be in the hands of:
Underpaid cutters and x-addicts
serial texters and sadists
tide pod eaters-assorted derelicts
the odd minister,
lost Christmas carolers...
I pray to remain somewhat fit.
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