Re-Tired

Is that the right time? Confused, tormented, in pain Is this the right place My skin is aflame My ankles sore and stiff Being dragged and tossed about And often drugged and stuffed With meat I do not like Don’t get old, I tell you Here you lose your hold On all that is precious Even your most treasured of all Your memories and your memory Your ears ache from all the shouting They tell me I am deaf Do you ever understand The courage it takes To go on every day in pain In loneliness and longing For a better state? I hope that tomorrow Will be a better day.