Old age is more embarrassing than adolescence
At least in the middle of hanging by a thread
You suffer some recrudescence
And often the ridiculousness declines
At least you're leaving childhood behind
Not rushing toward it like a cliff
And then they bring you
Your helplessness on a plate
And you devour every morsel
Grinding death calmly
Between your broken teeth
At least that's the treatment goal
Of life the final healer
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