Here is my go:
Am I dying
Or just getting old
Are the skirts too short
For this mortal soul
When the dogs drool
Over their dish
Devour the scraps
From their masters lips
I’ll take my time
Slow and sure
And lift you up like I
Know who you are
And I’ll paint the floor
From the wall to the door
And lift you up
Like I know who you are
Am I dying
Or just getting old
This cough makes me wonder
And wander back home