Exhausted from breathing,
He's still believing,
He has some place to be,
He just can’t focus,
And never noticed,
The way he used to be,
Sometimes he obsesses
But all too soon forgets
Before he had the oxygen,
He loved his cigarettes,
Smiling he remembers...
His walks to the corner store,
Before he got his scooter,
He does not walk no more,
Time just passed so quickly,
It’s harder to believe,
He should of took up jogging,
He’s only 63