Where can I hang my hat

I walk to the beat
Of a drunken drummer
Stumbles, slides
Teetering, glides

I have fear
That I won't return
Leave today
No more tomorrow

Others have left
They're so far ahead
How did they get there
What books have they read

Daily I return home
Yet yearn to go home
A magical place
Where Ma and Pa took care

What holds me back
Others say I'm great
Don't know bout that
Seems I'm awfully late

Go to work
Tasked to think
Wonder great thoughts
And put them in ink

I've been crippled and deaf
Cured with no place to walk
Ear can now listen
But I hear no sound

I'd like to hang my hat
On a simple wooden post
Don't need much ado
Just some coffee and toast