When you see me sitting quietly, Like a sack upon the shelf, Don’t think I need your chattering. I’m listening to myself. Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me! Hold! Stop your sympathy! Understanding, if you got it, Otherwise, I’ll do without it! When my bones are stiff and aching And my feed won’t climb the stair,… Continue reading On Aging
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