The Curse
The first thing to go is your eyesight
Then your appetite goes away
You feel like you're gonna be sick
Each and every day
Your hearing then betrays you
Just a horrible screaching sound
You hear it all the time
Even if no one's around
Your memory stays intact for now
But this could be a curse
Your already deaf, blind and sick
How could it get any worse
Sometimes, you even sit and stare
As drool runs down your chin
You pray that death comes quickly
So all your suffering will end
Your life no longer has meaning
You're just an empty shell
You try to forget all the nightmares
While living your own private hell
"What did I do to deserve this?"
You often ask yourself why
You think of the way things could have been
Then you hang your head and cry
This is the life that most men will live
Though it doesn't happen to all
But this was the way it was for me
When I first met my mother-in-law
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