Atonement
Send me not to rest and sleep
For I am old but young at heart,
So do not wait to see me weep.
My gnarled hands will do their part.
Forgive the use of medication
My heart is stout but my limbs are weak,
And they require some sedation,
So hold your judgment and critique.
Judge me not too harshly now
For I have yet to do my best,
With doubt and hope upon my brow,
The race goes on within my breast.
You gaze upon this wizen face
With callous eyes that cannot see,
So please do not misjudge the race,
For I have just begun my spree.
Be kind when the race is done
For I have tried to be the best,
And at the end it's not who won,
But who deserves the blessed rest.
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