The old man in the attic
is a little eccentric -
The clock in his mind
Doesn't keep the right time
And when seen out in public
He seems perfectly fine
But he's lost half his wits
And his memory's declined
To the point where the light
in his head has gone dim
That it almost feels like
Someone else has moved in
And you'll hear him say -
It gets harder each day -
To remember that today
Is today and not yesterday
And as for Tomorrow -
It's just a dark shadow
that sits on the horizon
and blocks out the sun.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
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