Yet never knowing quite what either means,
Hoping for a chance perhaps to say
You feel as fit as you were in your teens.
A little stiff around the edges now
But brighter in your head than you once were,
If only you could prove it though somehow
Then sit and wait to see what will occur.
It's easy to live all your life through rhyme
But might not really get you very far
Sometimes I think it's just a waste of time
To try and work out when and where you are...
But so what, writing sonnets isn't crime
Just a sophisticated way of wasting time.
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