Malaise
Today, I don’t feel so great
No, I don’t have pains or even a headache
It is malaise that comes with the passing of time
Brought on by events and experiences of every kind
Though I am not bitter from the aftermath of turbulent years
I suspect my subconscious has responded, recoiling in fear
Assaulting my body as one committing a crime.
It is a malaise that comes with the elapsing of time.
I am left with a diagnosis and no prescribed cure
I know I will recover soon; of that I am most assured
For you see with time memories slowly fade
Bringing health to my bones and a swagger to my sway
Making room for hope and joy in my soul and mind
Healing the malaise the comes with the passing of time.
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