This stiffness: a gift
I would rather return.,
These tremors,
Bad habits, I wish to unlearn.

My wife will command me:
'Mike, move upright',
Without her this evening,
I tilt to the night.

I don't have her near,
My kind carer and friend,
Her absence is noticed,
Because I . . .

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