Aged
skin sags with the weight of the years
shoulders slump from a life full of fears
cigarette burning to calm the brain
bandaged face a reminder of pain
hair taken by a life of stress
a decrepit but dangerous mess
not long from the grave in sight
wasting time driving to the night
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