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A poem by Transhuman Tees
It's a natural process,
 
They say getting old
As if it is something
 
Either noble or bold
When your hip is stiff
 
You need a cane to walk
Your ears are now useless
 
Can't hear anyone talk
Tell me a reason
 
And tell me why
When I think of that coming
 
That I shouldn't cry
Who wants that for themselves?
 
Who wants that for others?
Your parents
 
Your children
 
Your sisters
 
Your brothers
They say I fear death
 
But that is a lie
I don't want to get old
 
If you do, tell me why.
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