Not a Foe, None a friend

Crimson sky, hunch back, fruits of labor 
Looks of defeat, years of heat, uncertain future 

Fighting a ghost, unknown enemy, expended prime
Earning a pound yet not saving a dime

Gently retires, none a tag, lightens up the telly
Looking down, hardly bothers the sight of his unhealthy belly

Not a foe yet none a friend
Each on his own truly trying to defend

Rows of picture with same boring frame
Speaks for itself about his superior game

Roaring of a lion and puttering of a moped
Clutching his remote, Strings cut, finally wakes up from being a puppet

Eyes closed, ears shut, none bother
A brand new day awaits as we all should ponder

No foe yet, friends to be 
defend truly, Your life is a feat

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