i am no longer fleet of foot i must finish the race at my own pace
time has given time has robbed it's like i'm living in a fog
i keep doing as i've done for so long
it's all i know the same old song
sympathy i do not need empathy is what i bleed
you will ask what i need
dignity an to let me be
dignity is all i have left time has robbed me of the rest
if your mother lives with you, an she sweeps the floor every day, but doesn't do a very good job. she's old, but she has her dignity. never rob her, just sweep up after her when she naps. transfer this analogy to all parts of your life and hopefully when you get old......