While out, sometimes I miss the sky.
Carefully strolling bye and bye,
watching each step for more than stones
So go the aches in my old bones.
My head bent ever so slightly.
I rub each tired shoulder nightly,
with lotion from my old sawbones.
So go the aches in my old bones.
Muddling around, I think, not sound,
I come to this odious ground,
flushing pills with skull and crossbones
So go the aches in my old bones.
Yet, my mind teases, playing tricks!
When each pain ceased with a quick fix,
but then I snap out of such zones ...
So go the aches in my old bones.
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