Thinking Too Much
My knees hurt so bad
I no longer dance
And walking’s become quite a chore
While the pain in my back
Bothers me quite a bit
So I end up asleep on the floor
The days with the ladies
I’ve long since retired
You can see that I haven’t much luck
So I sit writing poems
All alone in my home
And wish I had someone to…. have fun with
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