6. Robust
Once so robust, now feeble and frail,
My body withered, my spirit stale.
Time took its toll, and I've grown old,
A life once full, now an empty mold.
Memories of youth, now a distant dream,
My present self, a mere ream.
I mourn my strength, my vigor lost,
Robust no more, at a great cost.
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