I now walk with measured step
the legs of mine give trouble
very thwarting makes me feeble
I, as of now, go and knock often
somewhere and somehow in tens
the knees which are already torn
look at me with a scorn
as though they want to ask
is it the way you put us to task
I curse myself for my carelessness
as I move through my inability in darkness
know not when I would find a salvation
could be near or far tell me without reservation
