Each morning I would look outside my door
And see the little ones skip down the street
I used to be like them, so long before
But now I am so old with tired feet
My hands that used to clap and play those games
Now clasped to canes that keep me standing tall
So many faces and forgatten names
The fear of loseing breath or taking falls
I sat upon my chair and thought aloud
"Oh, how much longer do I have to live?
Will I soon be alseep upon the clouds
And soon will it be my soul that I give?"
Each morning I would look outside my door
But none I will be blind forevermore
meamsoanoyed Community Member 
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