Getting old and getting frail,
Upon my stairs, a second rail,
New one on left, old one on right,
I can use both, I'll be all right.
One day, I know, these legs shall fail
And they shall be of no avail.
I shall, upon the chair I sat
Resolve to move to some place flat.
(Ode to my parents installing a second rail to the basement in their house, which is actually quite otherwise flat.)
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