I did not medal in the Olympics.
I forgot to write my trials on the calendar.
The officials there disqualified me for not showing.
One day I’ll be over 70
And be past my prime.
I am bereft of joy.
Paris is no longer the City of Lights for me.
Poetry is hard.
I need a taco.
– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef, Ph.D.
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Could be worse – you could have been on the break dancing team.
I sympathize, but we all have our torch to bear.