three-score and ten years,
from childhood
sitting on the floor, forming a W
to sitting on a stage struggling
to keep you discreetly close.
You've walked across stages
exiting four times with diplomas,
many others with recognition.
You've held me up in 28 states,
maybe more, 18 countries,
maybe more. You stood valiantly
carrying enough of me two adults,
carrying sons...until they could
carry me, but I've hurt you badly,
need to replace you, and still
you serve. I pledge to treat you better,
to live a life of Recovery
moving to a healthy body weight
to give us both
well-kneeded relief.
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