i remember how retirement used to feel like a collective
such a fresh air , caretaker but also elderly
when i arrived i felt the fragrance of dying
i recall how i wore fell out the wheelchair
into your care , i was like boy life really treat me fair
but then i look at your face and it wore like impossible to replace
until today because the DM got me swept me away
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