in these rooms that once were strewn with decoration
my spirit roams between the broken lavatories
a skeleton but now a template for the future
when you're alive you use the steps and open spaces
they encourage exercise as part of living
and now the freshest air is in those very places
those generations haunt me just as i haunt yours
presumably a gentleman could find the door
I commit to dying out this death with meaning
and since i never sleep nor tire for lack of pep
the actions i take now will count as double duty
and doubled once again with hindsight's added wisdom
by Jan
"It's Uncle Jan, kids."
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