Days of Dementia
Some days I look at the mantelpiece
Where the dust gets thicker and the cobwebs grow
I’m not sure what to do about it, you know.
Every day seems like the same day
And even though it’s sunny outside
Sometimes the clouds get in the way.
I watch the TV but I don’t always take it in
And the flickering colours and sounds
Are something I don’t want around.
Every...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 7:31 pm
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