Never
Alone,
My
Skeleton
Travels
With
Me,
Bone
By
Bone.
It
Bears
Me
Up
When
I’m
Unsure,
Is
The
Ready
Cure
For
Fading
Strength,
And
Keeps
Me
At
The
Proper
Length
To
Step
And
Stride,
To
Reach
And
Hold,
And
I Hope
It
Hangs
Together
As
I Grow
Old.
I’m
Never Alone, My Skeleton Travels With Me, Bone By Bone. It Bears Me Up When I’m Unsure, Is The Ready Cure For Fading Strength, And Keeps Me At The Proper Length To Step And Stride, To Reach And Hold, And I Hope It Hangs Together As I Grow Old.
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