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Poem 20150111

January 11, 2015 crow

there wasn’t enough room
or light
and my back wasn’t meant to bend
at that angle
though the attic was cold
sweat soaked through my shirts
and all the tools
felt like they kept
slipping
from my aching hands
and then it was time for dinner
which is the same time
as give up o’clock

Posted in PoemsTagged getting old, giving up, let someone else do it

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