Keep Things Humming
When you're at your
Lowest of lows.
We all know how
The story goes.
Down on your luck,
Can't catch a break.
No matter what,
Can't get a fair shake.
Depression eats away,
At the sane mind.
Physical limitations,
On the decline.
The mind full of dark
Thoughts and things.
Can't even fly with
These broken wings.
I sit and ponder, what
Will become of me.
Held captive by
The powers that be.
Sixty years old and
All alone.
I rent a room,
Don't have a home.
Never expected to be
Old and solo.
Even the Lone Ranger
Had Tonto.
Yet, here I am solo
And lonely.
All alone a one
Trick pony.
I did not see old
Age coming.
Life just keeps,
Things humming.
Turbo1904?
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