Save your rations because help isn’t coming.

These crucial years of chalkboards, clog the throat.

Don’t look at me because you don’t understand.

Don’t talk because you don’t speak my language.

Move your eyes from the wall and look ahead.

Grasp these last days of your life.

Finish your chores and mop the floor,

Place your towel on the rack and wash that dish.

Useless tasks don’t change tomorrow.

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