The Retirement

[xamsterdam]

I thank all my acquaintances
For the condition I am in
A lost chance for a little more
Then just talking through dial tones
I have always been the helping hand
The sponge to soak all their complaints
The crutch to help them walk
And now I sit alone -
Wondering what the hell went wrong
My back hurts from bending backwards
My life aches from living other lives
Intertwined, i soak my head with wine
For that’s all i can do on my own
The party chaperon has died