No
Soon it will be twenty nineteen, I am no longer the teen that I was
I am old, aching and I feel that my life draws to an end, because
I can no longer achieve the things that I could do when I was young
Simple things like climbing the stairs leaves me in great pain
I wish I could relive the life of a young man again
Change things that caused me all the strain
To sit in the sun and shy the rain
Work less and once again
Rise the new year
A Phoenix
Alas I am what I am
Time waits for no man
Twenty nineteen will be one year more
To bring addition pain and ill health to my door
If I could of changed just one thing that made my body ache so
It would have been having the choice to make the right decisions
And say, No
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