Why do they think I am done with life?
Floundering, aberrant, decrepit;
I repeat, I forget; not regret.
Life is still my stage; I thrive on those
Meaningful myriad occasions
I blithely live many times over.
Here goes, Do Re Me Fa So La Ti!
Audience seemingly bewildered?
I must’ve missed something, I suspect.
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