In The Quiet Of The Night

In the quiet of the night they sleep
so lost and unaware
of time and place and who they are
life can be unfair
their days once filled with work and play
with love and all it’s thrills
is now just time between the space
of pureed lunch and pills
the confusion is the hardest part
their minds no longer sane
everything they were is gone
scattered memories remain
they stare right past their children’s faces
no longer recognize
frustration, pain, anxiety
sadness in their eyes
I give a smile and squeeze their hand
as I strap them on the lift
for reminding me everyday
that life’s a fleeting gift
we must not waste the time we have
it’s gone before you know it
respect and love your fellow man
don’t be afraid to show it
because one day that could be you
slumped over in a chair
and you’ll need someone to help you through
with empathy and care

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...big ones, help the little onesyou move in the direction of your thoughts...you are where you are today because your thoughts brought you there
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