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The One you Used to Be
I want you to be
The one you used to be
Bright and fresh
And forever drinking tea
I want you back again
The one you used to be
Bright and bold
I want you back with me
It breaks my heart to see you now
Not the one you used to be
Now your thoughts are dulled with age
I wish I could set you free
I’ll always remember you as you were
The one you use...
Monday 24th April 2023 6:17 pm
Days of Dementia
Some days I look at the mantelpiece
Where the dust gets thicker and the cobwebs grow
I’m not sure what to do about it, you know.
Every day seems like the same day
And even though it’s sunny outside
Sometimes the clouds get in the way.
I watch the TV but I don’t always take it in
And the flickering colours and sounds
Are something I don’t want around.
Every...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 7:31 pm
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