I must adjust to life again ,
the frost has turned to soft spring rain.
The garden has just reappeared ,
I wish my memory could be cleared .
Old age can be a cruel thing ,
but kindness is a touch of spring .
I must adjust to things I've lost .
It's part of life's on going cost .
Growing old and accepting it .
With some help I can keep my grip .
My sights all right, my hearings good,
I can't remember things I should .
I must adjust to things I've lost ,
Sometimes its like my wires get crossed .
Like what did I do yesterday .
I'm forgetful but that 's ok ,
its hard to find the words to say ,
they seem a million miles away .
I must adjust to things I've lost .
Where's the stand that my hat was tossed ?
So many things I seem to loose ,
my keys, my pen, my watch, my shoes ,
all my things seem to disappear ,
I left them there but they're not here .
I must adjust to what I've found ,
I can hear a happy sound ,
I still can dance and I can sing .
I can smell flowers in the spring .
I see a smile you hold my hand .
Somehow I know you understand .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-04-05 05:09:24
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