I am Poor Old Henry.

The youth in me has gone, my skin is wrinkling and stretching with age.

My fear of peaceful tranquility continuing in the NT and Australia is fading fast.

I feel cast out because I am not a First Nations person and that dispossession is increasing with the passing of time.

I am glad to be old for that means my time left on earth is shorter by far, than the time I have already had.