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Pride may go before destruction,
A haughty spirit before a fall;
But at the ripe old age of eighty,
A bit of pride may come to all.

Having got so far, the aged,
They feel a certain license due.
Previous if a bit contrary,
No rules for them now writ and true.

Watch out world, I come a barreling,
Just clear the way and let me through.
Dues for years were paid already,
I've earned the right to not see you.

Literal then the fall awaiting;
As frailty rises… attention wanes.
Social state may hardly matter,
But breaking hip much danger gains.

Risk of death is much, much higher, 
And housing needs wreak major change.
Outlook then is bleak and scary,
That haughty spirit not in range.

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