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I feel so delicate

My skin is fadeing

My eyes grow lighter

My bones ache

It hurts to move

I need a cane to walk

I'm tired all the time

I'm sagy

My hair is gray

My eyes are sore

My hands are curled

I'm half way to death

My eyes are going

I just can't believe

I'm so old

It feels lik yesterday

I was just learning

How to ride my bike

I forget things here and there

My kids put me in a

Nursing home

Because I'm to much to

Handle

I hardly see my kids

As well as my gran-kids

I feel alone,

Depressed,

An lost