“Not What I Used to Be”

My body is not what it used to be.
It can’t hold things it used to hold.
It can’t go where it used to go.
My mind is all there but I can’t quite get out what I want to get out.
Ultimately, I just want someone near me,
someone to touch me, someone to hold me.
I just need someone to help me, but pretend that I can do it all myself.