I look at my hands,
As I grab everything I see.
I look at my elbows,
Which have broken many asphalt falls.

I glance at my shoulders,
Which have hoisted countless loads.
I inpsect my stomach,
Where beer sweetly rests.

I admire my knees,
Which pain with every move.
I stare at my feet,
Which tires with every step.

I look at myself.
For I led a life well lived.