Sicknessing

A fall from the chair shows I’m perfectly off
If I could do anything I would blast off
The aging and me, you know we don’t get along
It seems that my old strengths and my courage are no longer strong
If I could only choose, I’d like to sit with you
But not until the operation’s through
If I could just speak you would perfectly see
The physical terror encompassing me
The sweat from within, the quiver and shake
The mess on the bed, the slobber I make
If I could only choose, I’d like to sit with you
But not until the operation’s through
If I could have my way, I might just pass away
But not for lack of being here with you