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in bed, where imprisoned I lay
how can I take this another day?

when the living is no longer fun
even if life was a race well run

it's time to turn and walk away
even with the perfect day, why stay?

as quality of life slips steadily away
every joyous ounce, a price to pay

with a soft chuckle, and say boldly
pause and wallow in good memories

before dignity impairment is begun
eventually, for all of us, it will come

despite the body will no longer play
will face the inevitable? .... that may

and even if life was a race well run
when it's time .... all is said and done

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