September 28, 2012

Another Day Older

Every day it’s some new pain
Each thought a new migraine
Step by step, going insane
Moon cycles wax and wane
Feel a throbbing in my vein
My head is pounding like hard rain
A downpour flooding through my brain
Joints clank like links of rusty chain
Steep hills and stairs are my bane
Not as limber as I may feign
Soon I’m going to need a cane

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