When you see me sitting quietly, Like a sack left on the shelf, Dont think I need your chattering. Im listening to myself. Hold! Stop! Dont pity me! Hold! Stop your sympathy! Understanding if you got it, Otherwise Ill do without it! When my bones are stiff and aching And my feet wont climb the stair, I will only ask one favor: Dont bring me no rocking chair. When you see me walking, stumbling, Dont study and get it wrong. Cause tired dont mean lazy And every goodbye aint gone. I am the same person I was back then, a little less hair, a little less chin, A lot less lungs and much less wind. But aint I lucky I can still breathe in.~ Maya Angelou
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 21:27:32 +0000
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