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Long Slender Fingers

Turn gnarly and old

Can’t grab, can’t clutch

Can’t go out in the cold

Two active built legs

Now buckle and fold

Never again will they run

Or so they are told

A ‘Special’ bright mind

Turns cloudy and fails

Can’t feel, can’t think

Its intellect pales

Small gifted child

Chained, constrained

Can’t move, can’t make

A body so pained

Once a ‘good time girl’

Lost to time and life

The good with the bad

Like the edge of a knife

Long Slender Fingers

Turn gnarly and old

Can’t grab, can’t clutch

Can’t go out in the cold

Two active built legs

Now buckle and fold

Never again will they run

Or so they are told

A ‘Special’ bright mind

Turns cloudy and fails

Can’t feel, can’t think

Its intellect pales

Small gifted child

Chained, constrained

Can’t move, can’t make

A body so pained

Once a ‘good time girl’

Lost to time and life

The good with the bad

Like the edge of a knife