Once predicted his demise
Or at least the timing. Time
Flies. I’m feeling parsley saged
Afraid of death and otherwise
Out of breath with hills to climb
Over of my own, the time
Ominously rising. Old
Man said No to nursing homes
Or planning for retirement
Often said Don’t worry Son
I’ll work until my day is done
But home is heaven and I can’t
Wait around for it to come.
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