It isn’t accurate to say I’m frail,
but lately I feel my fragility.
No organ yet is threatening to fail,
and I’m retaining my ability
to move and reason. No senility
besieges me, but health feels tentative.
I act with care, and my tranquility
demands my focus be preventative.


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