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