I drew the flash of temper,
I am the one to blame.
I made the heart grow heavy,
I caused the eyes to flame.

I was weak and

Don't pity me because my hair is gray:
years took its toll, causing my back to sway,
roads were rocky and hills hard to climb,
nights

Don't pity me

the woman whispered

even though I die alone,

for I have lived a full life,

never stooping to pick up

after

Don't pity me all you people,
the very ones who shot me down;
making sure when I was happy,
somehow you caused a frown.

Don't

I am an old man, whithered and bent

My youth and vigor are all  spent

You may think it's sad, don't