I'm getting to be like them,
I never thought I would,
My friends all said impossible.
I never, ever could.
But I am getting to be like them,
It really is quite true,
I hear it in the things I say,
And in the things I do.
They think today is yesterday
They think the day is night,
And never know the time of day,
And never get things right.
They say they went out walking,
I said, "Where did you venture?
They look at me as if I'm mad,
They think it's me that's got dementia!
I cannot keep apace with them,
So many things they do,
I'm sure I'm getting like them,
I think, they think so too.
Bill comes each week on Friday,
To give his wife a rest,
And soon he starts undressing,
Right down to pants and vest.
When he unzips his trousers,
He asked if I could help.
I ask him what he wants of me,
He says, "Undo my belt."
He says, "I need my trousers off,
"I think it's time for bed,
I say, "I cannot help you,
"You're doing in my head,"
Then Fay says she is pregnant,
Dot says, "It will do you good",
Poor Ben has got the blame,
He's the only one who could.
They are both in their nineties,
So how could this occur?
It might be possible for him,
But a miracle for her.
They say I'm bound for Australia,
Of this I am unaware.
I'll have to disappoint them,
As I haven't got the fare.
Some times some of them fall out,
And have a few harsh words,
They say, "Mind your own business",
And other nouns and verbs.
Eva can't stand Connie,
And Connie can't stand her,
And when they get together,
There's a lot of flying fur.
Sometimes it gets quite out of hand,
And there's a real bad row.
It happened just that way tonight,
When Ben called Eva a cow!.
Nora talks about her dog,
And hopes he's being cared for.
I say, "I'm sure he's quite alright,
"and couldn't ask for more."
She's worried that he's all alone,
As they can't always be there,
I say, "There's lots of them to help,
"they all will do their share."
She talks and talks about her dog,
She's getting quite upset,
She says the only thing to do,
Is go and phone the Vet.
I ask her what his name is,
She says, "Why do you ask me that?"
"Why do you think I've got a dog?"
"I don't even have a cat!"
Bill say's, "I need your initials,
"I want to write my will,"
I said, "That's quite alright with me,
But don't send me the bill!"
I'll join them with the fairies,
One day I am quite sure.
I'll talk like them in riddles,
And get like them more and more.
So come quite soon to see me,
While I keep fairly sane,
For when I am quite ga-ga,
You won't wish to come again.
Eunice Paddy Smith
Aged 90
Living in a Nursing Home S.Devon
(Can anyone remember what Paddy's name was - she who used to post on here??)
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gawd help me if I ever get to that lady's age!!
yeah I think you meant her real name, I'm having another senior moment.
