W A I T

Relaxed, retired, smokin' and rockin'

No more chores, no more hurry

No more labour, no more worry

Droopin, grumblin' trumblin' or fallin'

Offspring flown, who should callin'

Pleasure and tears in closed eyes

Lookin' and searchin' in the skies

Strength to break, determined to take

Ready to create, able to make

Once was fresh, now is rotten;

Can't do nothin', bones are crackin'

Wrinkled face like snowy mountain