My hands are weary
My eyes blur
My hearing has left me
My speech sounds shaky
My bones are fragile
I'm chronically plagued
My flesh is burdened with fatigue
I'm no longer as young as I use to be
Age has caught up
But because of my past choices
I still have to wake up early
Go out and slave
For there's mouths to feed
Backs to clothe
And bills to pay
At this time in my life
When I should of laid back and rested
Enjoying life and spending quality time
With my beloved
I still have to bare the burdens of labour
Because of my past choices
I still have to slave
Please my children
Don't make the same mistakes
As I did
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