Archive for July 23, 2011

My view is a corridor of shuffling feet

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Now there is no more mind in me

My view is  a corridor of shuffling feet

Even my name has gone from me

Where  days go by in  painful beat

 .

My view is a corridor of shuffling feet

So much I do know : I am here

Where days go by in painful  beat

This is beginning or my end is near

 .

So much I do know:  I am here

Maybe someone will come to see me

This is beginning or my end is near

I do not think that they would leave me

 .

Maybe someone will come to see me

Do I have family that you know?

I do not think that they would leave me

Maybe tomorrow home I’ll go

 .

Do I have family that you know?

There probably was a misunderstanding

Maybe tomorrow home I’ll go

I will just wait for them here on the landing

 .

 There probably was a misunderstanding

Even my name has gone from me

I will just wait  for them here on the landing

Now there is no more mind in me

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 My mother spent the last years of her life in  a home.

I don’t know  what she and the other people there thought as they forgot the words to speak

but I think it must have been something like this.

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