From out of there, there once came little me,
Near your sore leg as you flinch when you move
That lady on the sofa with her tea
Undeniable as our cheekbones prove.
That hand that held me withered now and veined
Those eyes withdrawn and sunk and shrunk somehow
The genes in us together always chained
You say: "I wonder why I'm here right now..."
You're doing cross words, reading heavy books,
And watching every tennis game there is,
Not given up on your brain, just your looks,
Sad lips that wed each husband with a kiss.
I humbly suggest ways that you could give,
And that perhaps it's through giving we live.
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