SERENADE 2 SENIORS
Do you wake up every morning, find it hard to lift your head?
Do you scan the obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?
It’s like living on a cliff side never knowing when you’ll dive
I feel a sort of buzzing like bees make in a hive.
Imagine how it feels to see the world that once was clear
That goes from white to gray then black, tomorrow’s filled with fear.
I do my best to make each day as pleasant as I can
And keep myself as busy as any other man.
There’s a sensation that I’m screaming yet I never make a sound,
Or the feeling that I’m falling yet I never hit the ground.
It keeps on rushing at me, day by day by day
Can you imagine what it’s like to have to live this way?
I know my wife is hurting but she doesn’t let it show
Her smile covers her feelings and she continues with the flow.
My late husband imparted the above over a period of time before he was unable to describe his feelings or speak much and I jotted it all down and then turned it into the above.