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Old-Age Worries

Dedicated to my Pati (grandmother)...

Toy soldier, dear Where have you been?
Parading with
Some fairy queen!
Ahoy, ahoy, the whole brigade
I'll join you in the masquerade!
A toy in town, I feel a child,
Age has stirred me o so mild!
I’ve jingled on and let nothing fade,
The dye covers up for a little jade!!
On my Noah’s ark I oath,
Though aboard a shaky boat,
I’ve oceans to wedge, hills to mount,
These I shouldn’t sit and count!
Some day the stars will clear way for me,
They’ll welcome this old Humpty Dumpty,
And till my star’s in vacuous yonder,
I’ll bet I have nothing to ponder.

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