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What it is to be old
 

My mum mostly sits in her bed.
In her 80's now, waiting to be fed.
Cannot get up for herself to go for a stroll.
Her wheelchair gives little comfort.
But she is cheerful with what life brings.

My Dad, remembering his past.
Sometimes thinks only of his home town.
Rambling on as though he was still there.
Then perhaps he might tell it again,
as though he didn't care.
His memory is not quite what it was
and can sometimes drive me to despair.


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I love him cause he love's his wife
Oh what a pair.

Even when his memory's not good
me knows who we are
and I am thankful of that.

By DavidRankinLymn

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