alas, alack, and woe is me,
here's what's left at sixty-three:
insipid personality,
with good looks gone, and mind grown dimmer,
I sigh and wish that I were slimmer,
(and think too much of what's for dinner!)
But, it's not too late to live life risky
...I think I'll dissipate some whiskey.
-jorge999
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