• As days go by,
    I feel myself withering,
    The years that passed,
    Have left me empty.

    The heat in my face,
    Yet I feel myself shudder,
    My dreams are now departing,
    And my hopes down under.

    From the window to the carpet,
    And the wall to the heater,
    The only thing left now,
    Is death to fear.

    I've come a long way,
    With my Preist-like son,
    But my life on this world,
    Is almost gone.

    So goodbye my family,
    My friends; I've tried,
    84 years I am,
    But 85 is not mine.