People look out
your window
see the morning sun
as it rises slow
I am waiting
for the early bird
so I can
get up and go
I hate to
tell you this
but there aint
no more chickens in the barn
no more cows in the field
the battle is bloody
the body is fragile
so you hide it behind
a shield
you have many weaknesses
but one thing strong
you won't be
standing still
when father time
comes along!
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