I get to scold with impunity
Now I'm old I get to rant
At myself for this and that
I get to forget my keys
In the door but not to say
I'm sorry to everything
That comes through it
I get to feel grateful
But never grateful enough
I get to be annoyed by death
And treat it kindly like a dumb beast
Beaten by his master
Who just wants to be my friend
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