Age I with difficulties
mostly all my faculties
go in a tangent almost
my legs the most
right one goes east
the left one towards the west
I go through in a test
imagine how would I arrive?
I do it with a drive
pull the left this way
push the left that way
a coordination in a way
camouflage my limp tactfully
show others that I walk gently
the way I make up my gait
I go ahead straight
my eyes serve me well
no short or long sights as well
see through and read through fine
so does my hands in a bind
work with confidence great
without them I would become inebriated
then come my physic in full form
once it was slender and calm
now is bloated with the flesh all around
a rolly polly figure in the round
not much of a difference in my hair
always had a short and dark hair
has changed now to silvery hair
I have acquired richness in that way
silver turns expensive nowadays
grey hair is a sign of wisdom is the belief
I for one do not have such a sign, a great relief
I go with my thoughts very stupid in course
well, do not blame it is not my choose
I was born with little brains all the more
so I live with the faintest evermore.
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