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I think I am quite healthy
but at my age who can say
I am after all over eighty
and there are things I can’t downplay
like having to creep on hands and knees
rather than make a small jump
like having to sit to lace my shoes
like dreaming I’ll not wake up

does this mean I’m on the way out
it’s a thought that comes in the night
as discomforts assail the hip joint
no posture seems ever quite right
and memory makes us  meet again
many friends we’d almost forgotten

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