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Binding ties that grip the mind

Reality speaks, but so unkind

Fails to bring the healing vibe

Reminding me, things don’t jibe

Exhausted, as I trip and fall

No balance in this body, small

Wonder what it was I did not do

Always asking why, but never knew

Poisoned, I come down a notch

While others stop, and stare, and watch

As momentum drags me to my knees

Ugh! Dear God, I’m begging, please

Release my being, from this evil ride

That leaves me on the edge, wayside


Author’s note:  I am fine.  I wrote this because so many of my friends, as well as myself, are going through so many health issues, all of us, who grew up together.  You have to wonder….

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