I've Lost My Skills

 I’ve Lost All My Skills

 

 

 

I’ve lost all my skills                                      My singing’s okay

They’ve all said good-bye                             I can proudly say

And with them the thrills                             I’ll use it in May

They used to provide                                    My sweetheart’s birthday

 

The gifts that my God                                   Often from my mind

Was good to give me                                    That skill disappears

I guess I forgot                                                But I’m sure I’ll find

Or they ceased to be                                     It good for some years

 

My good thinking cap                                    But singing for me

Has just gone astray                                      Alone is no use

            And that’s a bum rap                                    That singing can be

            Oh, why didn’t it stay                                    A real poor excuse

 

            Just where it has strayed                              It’s always been great

            Is way beyond me                                          Singing to a crowd

            I wish it had stayed                                        For more is at stake

            Oh, where can it be                                       That would make me proud

 

               My legs always fail                                         But free time is gone

            Can’t run anymore                                         Always on my feet

            They constantly ail                                         My singing is done

            And they’re always sore                                I’ll admit defeat

 

            I go to the store         Care giving’s a must

            And come back in pain                                  I’m always tired

            Can’t dance anymore                                    My tail I bust

            All effort’s in vain      Can’t be retired

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                            I’ve Lost All My Skills

                                     (Continued)

 

            There’s only one way                  I will not complain

            I will become free                        And I will not cry

            By going away                               I’ll hide all my pain

            Free from work I’ll be                  My eyes will be dry

 

            But only with God                        I am almost sure

            I would like to live                        That I will get by

            For if not, I’ve got                         But stress will ensure

            More of me to give                       That I will soon die

 

            If that’s not to be                          Quite happy I’ll be

            I cannot complain                         What a glorious day

            I’ll just wait and see                      My God I will see

            What He will ordain                      I sure hope I may

 

            I’ll carry my pain

            As well as I can

            If He that ordains

            I’ll act like a man