The Dimming Light

I am fading in my eyes, I can hardly walk, I do not have an appetite

My hands are crippling, my feet are the same, as I sit reading, a story

It is only the dimming light, which I find amusing, the words are blurred

Doubled up, making little sense, though the birds outside my window

I can hear them chirping, singing as they play, I find this my entertainment these days

As these four walls are enclosing on me, my bed, is always just an arms length away

As my wheelchair, moves by remote, I can get to the bathroom in a very short time

If I make it, I can always call on someone, there are nurses in every hall, I could pull this cord one more time

The dimming light around me, keeps getting less, but as long as I have my sparrow friends

I will keep on trying til my dying day, and then I shall close my eyelids, in the light no more, I shall fall to sleep, as I pray