Not that I complain

Not that I complain, but my skin does
My hair says it all…
My eyes have gone deep inside
I can't even walk properly
I have became a child
I mix up the colours.. not to mention money,
Hundred rands are now ten rands
Not that I complain, but people do
My childen do not respect me anymore
I worry those poor taxi conductors everyday
Not to mention the nurses at the clinic
Not that I complain but my five senses does
I can't hear properly
I can't taste any good food
I can't see properly
and so on
Not that I complain BUT
why am I still alive