As the grass grows,
My body slows
And I can’t find the time to mow.
At ankle height,
I’ve lost the fight
And I feel my head getting tight.
When it’s up to the knee,
I’m rooted as a tree
And I can watch but cannot flee.
As it reaches the waist
I should be in haste
For this is not the time to be chaste.
‘cause then it’s at the chest,
It’s time to confess
Why I long since left my best.
As it engulfs my shoulder,
I’m only getting older,
And I wish every day I had been bolder -
But it’s drowned my head.
And soon I’ll be dead.
Because of all the things I never said.
Beyond and I am gone
Wishing that I’d shone,
Raised my hand and spoken up,
Opened my eyes, woken up.
