Two Years - Poem by Michael. fanniesson
It takes two years to kill yourself,
to get to the point you don’t care anymore,
and even if you wanted to.
You couldn’t bring yourself back.
It takes two years to gain enough weight
you don’t look like you.
Two years to lose the ability
to bend & tie your shoelace,
run up a flight of stairs.
It takes two years to spend your life’s savings
Yeah, I know.
You’d think, it was gonna last longer.
Two years to be at zero bank balance.
Two years to be found sitting by the mailbox
waiting for your pension check
on the twenty-eighth of the month. Greeting
the mailman with a big grateful thank you.
Two years to start smoking again,
drinking each night, giving up sex.
It takes two years if your me.
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