I have lost my independence, And gone is my zest for life, I have become a grumpy mum and gran, And a dull and boring wife I want to be myself again, To wake each morning and plan my day, Should I catch a bus into town, Or just go round the bric-a-brac shops which aren’t too far away Oh how I wish I could walk to my local store, And choose something nice for tea, Then be able to carry it all the way home, And cook it for my family and me I get so sad when I think what my life has become, Tied up like a dog all of the time, No wonder I’m depressed and glum Fifteen meters of tubing is the length that I’m tied to, Which allows me to walk to my window to look out at the view At the other end of my tubing sits a noisy convertor unit, But its praises should be sung, Because for 24/7, It pumps oxygen up my nose to each lung You might think me ungrateful, As I moan about my plight, But you try changing places with me, I bet you would soon throw in the towel and give up the fight