quadrod

movement takes too much energy
sleep takes up too much of my time
talking confirms my stupidity
my heart betrays me like thief
my hands shake more each year
my impatience takes control
noisey knees will fail me soon
and is my blood also poisoned
will i die before i'm 50 like my father
my frustration with people doubles
every morning i open my eyes and say:
oh, i'm still here.