Everybody in a care home has lost somebody

The face I loved to contemplate is gone The image dwel
ls no longer in my mind I once was sad to see it when I woke Now I’m even sadder by mind blind All perceptions fade if not renewed The ones we loved the most still disappear Perhaps when we’re asleep then they return We are passive though our love’s sincere As I grow old, I lose their shape and form Yes I see the smile before he died. I helped him to the river and the boat Now he Is no longer by m

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