My time's ‘last legs? ' Are knees (or some cylinders knocking) ?
I've pedal to metal (feel stuck in low gears) .
Left side's window won't open; oil under hood freshens
cab air (is it dripping, perhaps, on exhaust?)
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Enjoyed this poem and could really relate, as I am probably on life's last legs too.
God Bless You Young Man! Ha!