By
Bud Lemire
The reasons could be dementia, an illness, or not wanting to be left alone
It's hard to believe, but one day it might happen to you
And you'll be wondering, where did the time go to
Get everything out of life, while you're in your prime
Because before long, you'll find you're out of time
We are mortal, we age as time travels pass
Our lives are precious, it goes by very fast
Nap time can come at any time, in a wheelchair
In the Dining room, or almost anywhere
“I would like a visitor, maybe a game or two”
“Sitting here like this, there's nothing I can do”
“I forget where I am, is there somewhere I need to be?”
“Sometimes I can't hear, sometimes it's hard to see”
“I can't make sense of everything, but I'll give it a try”
Give me a push somewhere, if you are passing by”
When you get old, it isn't any fun
Knowing, that our life is almost done
You'll be asking the question, that others still don't know
The years have passed on by, where did the time go
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