After a night's work.
To come home with aching legs.
Feels like rotting posts.
Of an old house.
Ready to buckle under,
My own weight.
Like a substandard foundation
Of an ill built house.
Ready to buckle under,
the forces of nature.
Patience my legs.
Oh how you've served me so well!
Oh how you've served me so well!
Someday you'll fare much better
Than how you fared today.
I promise.
I promise.
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