Getting Old

I set here in this room
Day after day, as time goes by
I'm so empty inside
Is it time to die?

Most of my family is gone
God took them away
I feel like I am being punished
Cause he's making me stay

I've been put in this room
And alone here I set
My mind is gone anymore
Everything I seem to forget.

All I ever owned or had
Has been taken away or sold
It's awful what happens to a person
When they have to get old.

People you once thought loved you
They just don't seem to care
I just want a little time with them
But they never are there.

I'm old and useless now
And to a wheelchair I am bound
They've left me alone here
And hardly ever come around.

Getting old and feeble
Your life ain't worth much
Can't even dress myself
Wearing diapers and such

I don't even feel like a man anymore
At times I wish I would just die
Now I know why people in old folks home
Just set there and cry.

When your young and vigorus
You don't think of ending up like this
Now I set here in a home
Thinking of a life that I so miss.

Now comes the cleaning lady
With her mop and her broom
I died in my sleep last night
She's helping the family clean out my room
 
There'll probably be a funeral
With some family and maybe a friend
Then back in the ground I'll go
This is where I come to my end.

I'm only a memory now
That too will soon fade away
This is what you call "Getting Old"
And it comes with each passing day.

So treasure each moment
Someday your life will be through
It won't be me in this pine box.
It will be you.