I started late at nine months plus,
My mother oft repeated.
I'm still behind on ev'rything,
My sense of time defeated.
Waiting for a call from me,
My friends get really tired
When I tell them I can't call--
my prepaid done expired.
But what's the rush? I'd like to know
Why everyone is hurried –
We all wind up in the same spot
When we're dead and buried.
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