When I got white hair I did not know
Women would get envious of my snow
I suffered it when I had golden locks
Even though my knees inclined to knock
Once so thin I looked like a mere child
I wore little skirts, my legs were bared
Then my body wanted to grow large
I got aches and pains my life was hard
My feet swelled up, my toes were all deformed
Then my mind detached, my eyes were torn
The retinas disliked their place and ran
But where else can they dwell but where I am?
If I go deaf and blind and cannot speak
Some will hate me, jealous of my reach
How my heart sings 