ALZHEIMER’S

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I think I just fell over, son,

I really can’t be sure;

Perhaps I just lay down awhile,

I think it is the floor.

Oh, I wish that I was younger,

Less tired and bemused;

Why do I, son, fall over;

And why am I confused?

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I think I’m close to home, son

The steeple is nearby;

I’m just not sure what church it is,

It’s like this when you die?

If I were only young again,

And once again like you;

I lived a life as full as yours,

But, son, how those years flew.

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I think I saw your mum today,

You told me she was dead;

But she helped to find my jacket,

And her lips were blazing red.

Perhaps you are mistaken,

Or did my hearing fail,

It’s hard to make much sense of things,

When you’re nearing end of trail.

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I think I’m close to quitting, son,

My God, the years have flown;

Look at you, I shake my head,

To see how much you’ve grown.

You look a lot as I once did,

So, I shall never die;

I live in you, my dearest son,

And you’re the reason why.

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