Breath of Life
when the flow is low
and you have no go
with only a pint of air
and no energy to spare
that’s no county fair
filling up with daily meds
daily weight wearing Teds
puffing uphill doesn’t fit the bill
surgical scars from going thru the mill
getting frequent flyer miles wasn’t a thrill
can’t get into a cruising gear
sluggish and sputter every year
no overdrive, most often will idle
potent diuretics act like a tidal
pacing is set, my heart has a bridle
ignition will turn and plugs will fire
but can’t seem to get out of the mire
a rebuilt engine would spice up the body
fine tuning precision that’s not shoddy
now for the throttle cough, Oh lordy!
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