Daze of the Weak

 

Concerned that I can’t learn it all
worse yet is failing my recall,
and soon they’ll be nothing at all
Oh what’s to become of me?

My cash reserve has dwindled so
even pocket change is low,
can’t stay here and I can’t go
Oh what’s to become of me?

Both my shoes are badly worn
I’m nowhere like when I was born
my muscles ache from A to Z
Oh what’s to become of me?

Perhaps I’ll simply lay down here
and wait until there’s no one near,
I’ll quietly exit life’s highway
Oh wait, tomorrow’s Friday.

 

 

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