Category : Poems

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Who I am really doesn't matter, 
 A job usually doesn't define your personality.
 Who I was remains in the memories
  Of those who knew me, 
 I will remember them even if I get Alzheimer's.

 I don't know anyone 
 Who eats with two spoons,
  Life makes us all look good
  Until we get old and sick,
  And then they barely remember
   That we are still here.