Perhaps your fingers don’t work like they once did.
Maybe your memory grows weak.
Like your gait ain’t as straight as straight is straight.
And people don’t want to wait
No more.
They’re tired and you’re tired when tired don’t count.
And then reasons could care less.
And nothing more much matters…
Ignorance welcome in.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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