Incessant Wrestle
So the heart murmurs and the kidneys fail,
The lungs draw wheezing breath as tedious chore,
The joints in every limb - feeble and frail,
The mind doesn’t remember anymore…
Yet somehow, something, somewhere out of sight,
Is full of joyous, everlasting light.
Now it is time to call a spade a spade
With the last winning trump card to be played.
As the ailing body mocks with grim grin,
As aging organs pull the faulty strings,
It feels the battle’s lost, fragile and thin -
Yet stroppy spirit sings on soaring wings!
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