In all I try and fail to do,
I covet peace of mind.
But, like an old an barren ewe,
My future’s left behind.

Yet still I cling to who I am
And battle giving up,
But then I’m ridden by some ram
And straddled by some tup.

There’s nothing in this world for me
Apart from aches and pains:
My eyes are much too soft to see;
My skin is strewn with blains;

And, as for peace of mind, it seems
That’s one of those more cogent dreams.

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