As the light burns low
of course I'll rage
I don't want to go
despite my age
more effort is required
for lessening reward
I feel less inspired
and easily bored
my old joints creak
and my muscles ache
I'm often asleep
when I should be awake
I'm still learning
but forgetting much more
The fire's still burning....
what did I come in here for?
Yes, I will rage
and go down fighting
while there's room on the page
I shall keep writing
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