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The Alyzeimers Patient
She sat near the window In her new wheel chair In red robe and slippers And soft greying hair She heard someone calling A voice in her head It must be my husband At work in his shed Bob, is that you? Quick bring the car I seemed to have Walked just a little too far I must get the supper The kids come home soon I must sweep the kitchen Oh, where is that broom? I must find my clothing Get out of this chair Look for my coat And tidy my hair I sit here alone And stare at a wall Why doesn't Bob Answer my call? A woman in white Calls out to me How are you feeling Today Mrs. Lee Lee is a name I don't recognize She smiles and turns Looking straight in my eyes Its time for a walk And we'll go down the hall I'm here to assist you And see you don't fall I walk through a building With so many floors We step in a box With tight closing doors. I'm sitting with people Who stare at the floor I don't like this place Oh, where is the door Back in her room And tucked in her bed This woman of sixty Wished she were dead Trapped in a mind That just cannot think straight Gertrude B. Lee has Just met her fate
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