Lottery People

My mind isn't as sharp as it used to be...
Seems that the cruel hands of time have stifled me...
Starring into space as the lottery people ask for 3 number fours...
Struggling for basic words to describe slammed doors...
I sit and ponder what I'm supposed to do...
Slowly simmering in my intellectual stew...
On the brink of losing it all...
On the brink of breaking a hip if I fall...
Senior coffee and more nicotine...
Don't care too much to come across mean...
Where to go and what to do?
Sleeping till nine, and awakening without a clue...
Dispensing what you need to hear...
Opening bottles of nothing but fear...