It's Hard
It's hard
For this bard
Unwell
I swell
Hypertension
Needing attention
During the week
No longer free
Friends tired
Relatives like hired
I am on my own
At my home
Missing what i had
Business bad
I have to change
Though strange
Somethings which i did
I no longer need
What was important
No longer wanted
What was not
Becoming hot.
The worst is over
I am the owner
Of life experiences
Without precedence
In crisis management
High level engagement
With doctors
Prospectors
Things will never be the same
Though my name
Remains as is
I can handle a crisis
It's hard
For this bard
But i have another chance
Another dance
In this life
It's like
With fate.
Another date
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