No Shit

It was in the winter of my fiftieth year

When it hit me

I was really alone

And there wasn't a hell a lot of time left

Every laugh and touch that i could get

Became more important

Strangely, i became more bookish

And my home and study meant more to me

As i considered the circumstances of my death

I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity

On my way out

Above all, i didn't want to take any more shit

Not from anybody




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