These bones don’t hold up so well any more,
They’re more like daisy stems,
That held steady for a hundred days,
But too much time caused too much bend.
My broken body, that’s the easy part.
The latchkey – ain’t a busted knee –
It’s my stunted heart.
My stunted heart.
My back once held the biggest loads,
You can tell the world was there.
Now I’m battered, bent, and all broke up.
The doctor told me it’s beyond repair.
My yearly ankle sprain, my thinning blood,
My battle with the flu.
My worn-out mind, my sleepless nights,
My gray hair, too.