Tis due my time I know
My hearts no longer in tune with the world
My peeled skin takes a new form beneath
I ache.
My feet can no longer make the walk
My left arm is on the verge of being numb
My lips sag from youthful doings
No ******* when a beauty strokes

Tis my due time I know
No longer surrounded by the ones I brought forth
Only to be buzzed last day of the month and fed when I need not to be.
A painful thing to lose youth
A good thing, I wish I go home quickly
My lariat holds firm on earth though I beckon on death.