When I lost my cherished faculty,
I could only think of the balcony
There I sat reminiscing
How those below once lived.
Everyone is suddenly preoccupied;
Not a word utterd on their part
Only track after track sought,
The thing I myself once fought.
Whatever the life one might lead,
The position they sooner or later need
To supplant me
And act as a bee.
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