I'm rounded now and not sharp as before
Time's gentled out the edges that I had
Where once my mind was like an open door
My thought's becoming narrower and bad.
I took for granted bits of this old frame,
My knees, my teeth, my eyes and sense of smell,
And one by one they've given up the game,
Abandoning the temple where I dwell.
I function though and I can run and walk
I smile at life and laughter's still my friend
When I'm not feeling thoughtful, then I talk
And I'll keep going till the bitter end.
I'm rounded now it's true but I'm OK,
And far more grateful for each passing day.
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