Legs hurt
Knees cry
And one wonders
Is this
Death
Beckoning?
And then
Realization.
Fearing one's demise
Is pointless
As putting
Ointment
On house flies.
Instead,
A machine that's working
Is the one
That needs oiling.
And oil I shall
My joints!
Ever onwards,
Stronger than ever!
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