In my mind I'm only twenty-two
And my body is like brand new
But in your eyes, I'm old & grey
And may never see another day
You don't see the child inside…
Only the old man that you chide
You help me into my wheel chair
I depend on you for my daily care
Have you ever wondered why…
I seldom speak when you're nearby
You treat me like your idiot child,
And condescendence gets me riled
So please put me back into my bed
Let me pull the covers over my head
To dream of the life that I once had
Before getting old and feeling bad
Barry Jablonski
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