She complained of bein’ tired….always tired…too tired to do anything ‘cept lay ’round the house and complain…of bein’ tired…

Just one of those things I guess…ya get older ya get tired more…lose your energy…all that gumption ya had in your younger days is gone…things don’t matter so much anymore…ya let things slide…’least she did…

Begin to forget ’bout things as well…simple things like days of the week…is it a Sunday or a Saturday…mind plays tricks on ya…the only thing ya know for certain is the time…time…’cause the clock tells ya so…tells ya when it’s time for lunch…dinner…mornin’ coffee…the whole day revolves ’round food…all ya can think ’bout…all ya want…

I don’t blame her for bein’ tired…all that runnin’ ’round she used to do…she used to go out every night of the week…got dressed up…put on lipstick…eyeliner…she hasn’t worn makeup in years…no need to…, she says…I’m not goin’ anywhere…