My body says I'm past my prime;
I tell myself it doesn't matter
that I've run me out of time
and dreams now fall away and shatter.
There's not enough of blood to flow,
much is lost in wasted care,
but truly I don't want to go
to what fell fate is waiting there,
and so I push in mindless glee
to make the best of what I've got,
pretend I still have energy
and prove that I really am not
wearing that Cleopatra smile,
yes, that's her, Queen of de Nile.
Sylvia, don't roll your eyes like that. They'll get stuck.
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