How sad it is to see you grow old.
I feel it beginning as my joints hurt and I can't do what I used to do.
I know that you are crying inside for what you used to be
How hard it must be to know but not be able to do
To want to eat but have to spit out. To have no taste
To be thirsty but not be able to swallow
To feel pain that does not stop
To want to go the usual way but to have no control of it
To want to share yourself but cannot speak
But I am glad that you can still do this:
You can say my name
And you can smile
And you can love
