I'm old and I'm wrinkled I sit in my chair,
eyes dim and faded, but memories are there,
of family and children, of lovers and like,
of sorrow and glad times, of pity and strife.
My heart beats much slower I look for the night,
my hands gnarled, are shrunken,
my eyes squint at light.
Old age has crept on me, my beauty is gone
Forever behind me, as death comes along,