Hinderance

I’m losing pace,
Can’t keep track,
Of the things I trace,
Or the things I lack.
My sight then fades,
Slowly to black,
And I somehow trade
Persistence for slack.

Maybe today,
Or maybe not,
Maybe I’ll play,
A little or a lot.
But I know I’ll stay,
Where it’s not hot,
Avoiding the blaze,
From inside the pot.

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