Finished.

Finish the things you started darling,
Climb up here to me:

The future’s new
But I’m getting older,
My back is not as
Strong as it used to be;
I’m often tethered by strands of heather,
And my staff is no longer a tree.

The world is high
But I’ve being lowered,
The sky is not as
Clear as it used to be;
I’m easily feathered in unfair weather,
And my sight ain’t as far as I can see.

My mind is warn,
My emotions wasted,
My face is not as
Full as it used to be;
I’m held together with rope and leather,
But my life is to carry for thee,

So finish what you started doing,
Climb up on my knee.