this cataclysmic weather
may not be that under which
we planned to retire
but who ever thought
a dwindling rest in the shade
was a fit end to an active life?
it was given my generation
to lose all for which we worked
except the ability to keep a forward trudge
like forefathers before forefathers
we will drop where we stop
and when has that ever been any different?
this cataclysmic weather's a pain in the ass
at the most but our boots are unsoakable...
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