Despite my best intentions
All my effort to be organized
My body is unreliable
You can’t count on me
Never know when my health will fail
Or when I won’t remember detail
Can’t say what days I won’t be present
Or predict how many hours I can offer
If there were a habit I could cultivate
I’ve spent a lifetime searching for it
I do the best with what I’m given
And aim to be as reliable as I can.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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