A Crappy Poem: Longing for the Comfort of Youth

feeling weepy lately

a deep longing for a redo

a desperate clutching

at something

 

oh to have my youth again

not a care in the world

no worries about the lack of funds

for future ailments

 

who knew getting older

meant getting frail

terror grips my heart

sleep is nightmare prone

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Tags: Comfort Crappy