When You Get My Age
It's not the color of my skin
or an accent that my voice is in
not the hair or the clothes I wear
but my handicap the cross I bare
I once was young and new like you
My aches and pains were so few
But now that time has had its say
I live this suffering everyday
I can't keep up if I walk with you
And I need rest much more it's true
But this discrimination to me is new
Giving me a poor view of you
I'll take my place at the back of the bus
Try very easily not to cuss
I'll understand my view of you
Leave me behind is what you'll do
But when I get to Heaven I'll be brand new
And say when he gets my age
Oh what will he do.
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2023
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