Tugmistress
13-Oct-06, 22:03
Sabre
The sun was shining upon my head,
But I wasn't lying in my bed,
I went outside and pottered around,
Over the fields and the dew bound ground.
This used to be fun, I thought with pride,
When I could run and jump and frollick and glide,
My eyesight's not great, I can hardly see,
Every step I take there's a creak in my knee.
My toenails are long, my hair is grey,
I spend most days sleeping I am afraid to say,
The babbling brook, the fields, the sun,
I remember them all, each and every one!
My ma she is crying and fussing my neck,
I'm old and I'm dying, I feel like a wreck,
Nice people are here to help me pass by,
Today was a good day to die.
The sun was shining upon my head,
But I wasn't lying in my bed,
I went outside and pottered around,
Over the fields and the dew bound ground.
This used to be fun, I thought with pride,
When I could run and jump and frollick and glide,
My eyesight's not great, I can hardly see,
Every step I take there's a creak in my knee.
My toenails are long, my hair is grey,
I spend most days sleeping I am afraid to say,
The babbling brook, the fields, the sun,
I remember them all, each and every one!
My ma she is crying and fussing my neck,
I'm old and I'm dying, I feel like a wreck,
Nice people are here to help me pass by,
Today was a good day to die.