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Quandary of Subsistence
I am just a child
Yearning to run
Yet, still learning to crawl
Words come out
As I move my mouth
Yet the sound is so distant
The language of my town
Time went past
So very fast
My teeth are now
Covered in gold
Yet, I still feel
So very old
My skin is pale
My bones are frail
All my efforts are in vain
In the quandary of subsistence
I have lost my persistence
My rendition of an existence
Nick Kler
