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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