Useless I've Become

USELESS I’VE BECOME

 

USELESS, I FEEL, I HAVE BECOME

USELESS, I FEEL THAT IS THE TRUTH

I PUT HER UP TO BED AT NIGHT

I GET HER OFF THE BED IN THE MORNING

 

I GIVE HER BREAKFAST IN THE MORNING

I HELP HER ON OR OFF THE COMMODE

THE REST OF THE DAY HER BABYSITTER TAKES OVER

IT IS THEN THAT I FEEL USELESS

 

THERE’S ONLY ONE THING I DO CONSTANTLY

AND THAT IS WASH DISHES ALL DAY LONG

MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT, IT SEEMS

WASHING DISHES I AM FOUND

 

IF I’M NOT WRITING, IT BECOMES WORSE

TV SHOWS I DON’T LIKE MANY

NOT MANY PLACES I WISH TO GO

NEVER HAD I SO MUCH FREE TIME

 

THERE IS NOTHING IMPORTANT TO DO

I USED TO WRITE SONGS

AND PLAY THEM ALL DAY LONG

I USED TO WRITE STORIES AND POEMS

BUT, WITH NO MUSE, IT HAS STOPPED

 

I HAVE NO DESIRE TO CONTINUE

WRITING THINGS WITHOUT BENEFIT

THE PLEASURE IS THERE BUT NO PROFIT

THE MOTIVATION HAS DISAPPEARED

 

I GO TO THE STORES, GROCERY SHOPPING

BUT ONLY TWICE OR THRICE A WEEK

BOREDOM IS MY DAILY COMPANION

I WISH I COULD DO A LITTLE MORE

 

 

                         I WOULD GO RUNNING, IF I COULD

BUT EVEN WALKING IS A HARDSHIP

I SIT NEXT TO HER BUT CANNOT TALK

BECAUSE HER SPEECH I CAN’T UNDERSTAND

 

                        I’M EIGHTY-FOUR, A REAL OLD COOT

WITH SOMEWHAT DISABLED LIMBS

AND MY USELESSNESS WILL GET EVEN WORSE

AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO

 

I WILL JUST GO WITH THE FLOW

AND SEE WHERE IT WILL TAKE ME

THE END IS COMING VERY SOON

I REALLY FEEL IT IN MY BONES

 

I HOPE IT’S SOONER THAN LATER

IT WILL BE SO, I HOPE AND PRAY

INACTION WILL LEAD TO NOTHING GOOD

UNLESS IT LEADS ME TO THE LORD

 

MY END WILL QUICKEN WITH THIS BOREDOM

AND IT WILL SURELY BE QUITE WELCOME

BEING USELESS IS NOT A WAY TO LIVE

IT IS, RATHER, A WAY TO A LIVING DEATH

 

I KNOW THAT I SHOULD NOT COMPLAIN

                     I HAVE IT BETTER THAN SHE, IT’S PLAIN

SHE CANNOT REASON, SHE CANNOT TALK

AND TO TOP IT ALL, SHE CANNOT WALK

 

TWO USELESS PERSONS HERE AS GUESTS

WHO CANNOT EARN THEIR PROLONGED STAY

NOTHING MORE THAN USELESS PESTS

WAITING, WAITING FOR COME WHAT MAY