The story of my life,
Sometimes I think I do it to myself,
For a balance of stride,
For what do I have to complain about,
More than somebody else,
That places me at a disadvantage,
Other than what I can create myself?
Though maybe now I should get serious,
The uphill climb's been groomed
I'm old and poor and am responsible,
For lives outside this room.
So I will climb,
I can't say that I've trained,
But I know what it is I'd like to do,
If I can endure and live with the pain
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