When I was young,

I never need the help of anyone,

I can carry myself up to the extremes,

Of physical endurance or mental struggle,

Can even stand for three days without food,

And other works which no man took.

But time moved fast enough,

That life had changed too swiftly,

The power of youth slowly faded

To a weakness that shook my being

As my eyes started to blur and dim,

And my movements slowed down like a fat pig.

I wondered what was going on,

With my strength, I soon became a weakling,

With my movements, I am slowed down,

“How can this be happening to me?

I refuse to accept that this is the time,

That I need help of another one.”

Yes now I’m looking around

For someone to lead me,

And somebody to lean on,

Please take me to where I like

To go, to view and to stay,

Please help me get there, help!