When you see me sitting quietly, like a sack upon a shelf,
Dont think i need your chattering ,
I'm listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don't pity me! Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it, Otherwise ill do without it!

When my bones are stiff and aching and my feet won't climb the stairs
I will only ask one favour. Don't bring no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling, don't study and get it wrong.
" cause tired don't mean lazy and every goodbye ain't gone "
I'm the same person i was back then, a little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.

But ain't i lucky i can still breathe