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