Cecelia Weir (March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)
Sick and Tired
Sick and Tired, Sick and Tired
That's what my grandmother used to say.
How did she ever know
What I would be going through today.
Growing up was nothing
Growing old is pain
Growing weary is a headache
Growing richer with nothing to gain.
Sick and tired means wordless
To the sense of how things are now
I guess grandmother seen the future
And was trying to help, somehow.
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