Though my hair has gone grey,
And my bones have started to creak,
I still have so much to say,
And I still have a right to speak.
I see the looks you give me,
With eyes full of disdain,
I only wish that you could see,
That this mistreatment causes me pain.
I know it's hard for me to move about,
And I cannot always hear,
But that gives you no reason to shout,
Or try to motivate me by fear.
I was young once too,
And I understand your work is trying,
Ii can only hope one day when it is you,
You won't be given a reason to sit here crying.
So back up a bit,
And bless me with a smile,
Take a break and sit,
And just talk with me for awhile.