A Body’s Decay

A good day

Joy laden all the way

Tainted only by the decay

Of my feeble body


Such a minute piece of my being

Has oft’ brought me to kneeling

And left my mind swamped with hate

Toward my neighbors, my world, and I


Yet to spite this pain I steel my heart

Recalling the forgotten joy I’ve held from the start

For though the pain has left its mark


I can still be happy

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