My plea to you lousy humans

I am angry for a moment
What seventy three years
Feels like on an aching body
Of course so many tears
Wash out of my being
Worked to death was I
And I do not wish to see you
Or share your tonal cry
My muscles taut and rigid
My legs they feel so sore
That bull hook that you hit
Me with
The agony was raw
Tears wash down my wrinkled face
And Thankfully I am free
Of all the ruddy logging
Thats bloody crippled me.