He´s happily unhappy, within his old grey head,
Living in his world, between his armchair &
bed,
He´s bathed & fed, by his loved ones who
care,
But he doesn’t recognize anyone who is there.
Who is his wife & what´s his son´s given
name?
His daughter is there, but she is not the same,
His words are forgotten & his memory long
gone,
His old eyelids flutter, as he hears their lost
song.
He lives in his dark lonely world, now all alone,
But it´s a strange place now & it´s not
his home,
He is happily unhappy & has no wants &
needs,
But inside he´s calling, for help that nobody
heeds.
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