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Days go
by, way too fast
Memories from, my distant past
Filling this clouding, aging brain
Never will things, be the same.
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Difficulty getting, things just right
Cataracts hindering, my vision and sight
Bones continually ache and throb
Making me whimper, making me sob.
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Hair is thinning, turning gray
No one listens, to what I say
Feeling robbed of my youth
Trying to ignore, what is the truth.
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Forgetting places I have been
Wishing I could do it over again
Faces I remember, names I forget
Causing me sorrow and regret.
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Spouse has gone, to Heaven above
No one to hold, nothing to love
Always spending my nights alone
My fate will be, a nursing home.
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A pharmacy is my best friend
So many pills, there is no end
Labored breathing, causing concern
Days from yore, is what I yearn.
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Suffering seems to be my lot
The big 'A' now is what I've got
My time is near, it's close at hand
I'll walk with Jesus, in the Promised Land.
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©Chee Chee Martin
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