Post by justfred on Oct 30, 2011 13:17:16 GMT
It has been some years now since my Elisabeth passed,
more than I can remember or less, I'm unsure.
To be honest though, sometimes I don't remember
what I did yesterday or the day before.
Other days I think there is an Asian man
hiding in my wardrobe. I think he's Asian.
And I didn't get my breakfast today, again.
My Elisabeth was a gentle soul, too gentle to live,
she is the only woman I have ever loved
and I loved her with all my heart and soul,
I say Asian but I can't be sure, he could be mixed race.
My years have advanced so much over the past years
and I am slowly losing my mind in this nursing home,
it seems like we are all sitting here waiting to die
and I am scared that one day I shall wake up
and not remember all the things about Elisabeth
that I have tried to cling onto for the last so many years.
I am also worried that it is the Asian man
who is responsible for my breakfast going missing,
I tell the nurse that I would like my breakfast
in the dining hall but still she leaves it at the foot of my bed.
I want to die before I forget all about my Susanna,
but I am scared to pass over just yet
because I think I have lost my faith in Jesus
yet I know she would have gone to heaven
and I really can't stand the thought of dying
and not ever seeing her again.
We had so much fun up until the tumour
that attacked her first stole her mind, then her life,
my wife (I forget her name for the moment)
she was such a gentle soul and she is the only woman
I have ever loved and I loved her with all my heart and soul,
I say Asian but I can't be sure, he could be mixed race.
more than I can remember or less, I'm unsure.
To be honest though, sometimes I don't remember
what I did yesterday or the day before.
Other days I think there is an Asian man
hiding in my wardrobe. I think he's Asian.
And I didn't get my breakfast today, again.
My Elisabeth was a gentle soul, too gentle to live,
she is the only woman I have ever loved
and I loved her with all my heart and soul,
I say Asian but I can't be sure, he could be mixed race.
My years have advanced so much over the past years
and I am slowly losing my mind in this nursing home,
it seems like we are all sitting here waiting to die
and I am scared that one day I shall wake up
and not remember all the things about Elisabeth
that I have tried to cling onto for the last so many years.
I am also worried that it is the Asian man
who is responsible for my breakfast going missing,
I tell the nurse that I would like my breakfast
in the dining hall but still she leaves it at the foot of my bed.
I want to die before I forget all about my Susanna,
but I am scared to pass over just yet
because I think I have lost my faith in Jesus
yet I know she would have gone to heaven
and I really can't stand the thought of dying
and not ever seeing her again.
We had so much fun up until the tumour
that attacked her first stole her mind, then her life,
my wife (I forget her name for the moment)
she was such a gentle soul and she is the only woman
I have ever loved and I loved her with all my heart and soul,
I say Asian but I can't be sure, he could be mixed race.
