Swifter Than My Stumble Poem by Bryan Taplits

This tune is just a ditty-
A hapless, chiseled play:
My lust is now in never-land-
Again resurgent (I hope) some later day.
So I compose this little ode-as I asylum in my abode:
"Although no longer I am a man, having emerged from all my lust,
"As if these years aren't tough enough-,
I also now have rust
"But,
"So long as I live, as long as there's a sun,
"My race continues strong (at least on this day) -
"So today I might as well run."