Sometimes I push myself
when I should
and pUSH myself
when I shouldn’t.

But I don’t always know
when I should
and when I shouldn’t.

I try to obey my body’s instructions
but sometimes they seem so vague
I cannot hear its messages.

When there is clarity
and I’ve diminished all confusion
I do the best I can to tend this man.

When there’s nothing I can do
but yield to the ravishes of time
I yield.

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