No Shit

It was in the winter of my fiftieth year
When it hit me
I was really alone
And there wasn't a hell a lot of time left
Every laugh and touch that i could get
Became more important
Strangely, i became more bookish
And my home and study meant more to me
As i considered the circumstances of my death
I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity
On my way out
Above all, i didn't want to take any more shit
Not from anybody