My Back Is Sore

My back is sore.
There is sharp pain running through my left knee.
My neck is stiff.
My hair is falling out slowly at least.
The whiskers on my face are half white and half brown and look unruly.
I hear voices.
They tell me to take it easy.
I do.
It doesn’t help.
My daughter laughs at me.
My mother thinks I am lazy.
My father doesn't care what I do.
My wife thinks I am sexy at least.
It's getting hot.
I miss the cold.
When it's cold I miss the heat.
I look up, see stars and don’t know what they mean or if they are meaningless, just pretty lights staring down at me.
I am nothing,
Compared to something,
Whatever that means.