My mother always told me
That my posture needed work.
Now, straighten up your shoulders!
A reminder I would shirk.
I’ve never stood up straight and tall
And sometimes I would see
On the street, a bent old woman,
Which I’d never want to be.
A neighbor had that happen –
Now she’s twisted like a crone,
A terrifying prospect
I’m determined to postpone.
So I...
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