Won'T Write About Age Any Further
Okay I promise not to write about age again
Seems I've beaten the subject to “death”
There's that word again it keeps cropping up
It will stop creeping up before you know it though
And I will find it quite difficult to breathe
I won't be aware then the lights go out
And then nothing...
So what will I call this state of being
A transitional state on my way to the top floor
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