Take Me

They hold and feed me like a neonate.

And carry me about as though I’ve got no legs.

I can neither see nor cavort with my great-great-great-grandchildren.

My bones quake within me.

My strength is gone.

Why, life, do you persist?

Why, oh death, do you flee?

Come to me!

Snatch me away!

Take me to rest.

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