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Things They Never Told Me
They lied to me when I was young
(Or perhaps sinned by omission)
Never was there any mention made
Of a body’s loss of commission
Perhaps the flaw of foolish youth
I blocked their words and missed the truth
Yet I could swear I never heard them
(Though witnessed clues now and again)
Now I discover each day brings the chore
Of merely rising up and the daily bore
To deal with each bodily requirement
(Oh thank God for early retirement)
I forgive them for any oversight
It matters little when late at night
I recline in bed quite grateful for
Sleep I’ve learned to appreciate more
poem
by
Mary Havran
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