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When I woke up my face was stained with tears.
    And I felt the wrinkles in my face caused by many hardened years.
My hands aren’t mine they’re much too old.
    What happened to my hair of gold?
My teeth aren’t mine they’re falsified!
    This is not me I cried and cried.
And what’s that thing in my ear.
   I took it out now I cannot hear.
And this body I’ve never seen before.
   I wonder how it got through that door.
Where’s my feet they hide from me?
    As I look down my tummy is all I see.
Those glasses on my nightstand I wonder who’s they be?
    I tried them on and my oh my they surely do fit me.
A nurse just walked into my room and handed me a pill.
   And sat me in a chair one that had four wheels.
She took me down the hall aways and placed me on the pot.
   She said to me we do this everyday, you must have forgot.
I guess it’s real what I feel.
   I wonder if I can have another pill.
A senior citizens home, how come I’m here.
   When did I get old I asked the young dear?
She said you’ve been with us quite a spell. 
   Don’t you remember the stories you used to tell?
She said you’re just having a senior moment but it will be alright.
   I’ll lay you back down and you can rest till night.

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