I think that I have never seen
Two eyes so white or face so green.
Reflections cast upon the glass
Remind me of the distant past
When life was full of vibrant power
To enjoy each rushing hour.
And now I wait a certain end.
I sit alone without a friend,
Remembering days when I could shout.
Now I must have my tonsils out.
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