Going, going, gone

Sometimes life gets so weary And it is hard to move on; I look back on yesterdays When I was once young and strong. Now each step is much shorter And the old bones feel the chill, While ev'ery road I look on Seems to be going uphill. Many years ago I ran In hopes I could get ahead, Yet I lived not for futures But for the moment instead. The seasons changed so quickly And my youth was left behind; It was predicted to me There'd be times that were unkind. Like the trees that bend in winds, I stoop closer to the ground, And with every day I toil It takes longer to rebound. The songs that I used to sing, As I worked throughout the day, Are but now forgotten words And tunes that soon fade away. Where was I the day before? I do not recall this room. The lack of sunshine outside Makes me think I'm in a tomb. But then, again, I'm alive Even though I am not free; I can still smell the flowers Thought it's my mind that can't see.