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A LOSING BATTLE

by ABBIE JOHNSON TAYLOR


My get up and go

just got up and went.

I’m feeling so down

‘cause my whole life’s been spent.

I sit in my chair

day in and day out

and sometimes I cry

and sometimes I shout.

I don’t know one soul

from the next, don’t you see?

I can only smile

when they talk to me.

I need help each day.

I don’t know what to do.

Everything’s jumbled.

Everything’s new.

Although I can walk,

I don’t know where to go.

Nothing’s familiar.

There’s nothing I know.

Sometimes, it’s hopeless

‘cause I see no light

at the end of the tunnel,

no daybreak in sight.

But it’s just as well

there’s no forthcoming dawn

‘cause my get up and go’s

gotten up and gone.


THE END