My body used to work so very well
But now there's little bits all going wrong
It's like a sort of early warning bell
Reminding me that life is never long.
It's difficult to get up of the ground
When I've been lying on the grass to rest
And recently, to be honest, I've found
That I'm not always at my very best.
So slowly time is whittling me away
And gradually I'm wearing down inside
And this continues with each passing day,
Much to the indignation of my pride.
So I am like all other mortal men,
I sleep at night and then wake up again.
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