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Glimpses of a Time Fading
I went to church every Sunday
worked my hands to the bones
made good money
bought me and my wife a home
we had big dreams
most of them fell short
rented an R.V.
was gonna travel the roads
too many responsibilities
set that on the back burner
got into politics
voted conservative like my father
no one is ever prepared for tragedy
lost my job, my dog
tried to keep it together
but nothing seemed to go right
worked a few dead end jobs
never got far
it's hard to start over when you're older
took out my 401 k
still I fell into debt
looking at my wife, she worries
not at the situation
but because I'm losing my memories
another pill that doesn't work
and bills I can't pay
now I'm getting worse
they lock me in a hospital
might as well be a prison
they take away my house
holding me against my will
left tied down and all alone
I scream for help
no one cares
they got me so spaced out
I've forgotten almost everything
only seeing glimpses of a time fading
always I cry
asking God why
used to look up, now I'm looking down
there's only empty skies
oh how I wish I would die
worked my hands to the bones
made good money
bought me and my wife a home
we had big dreams
most of them fell short
rented an R.V.
was gonna travel the roads
too many responsibilities
set that on the back burner
got into politics
voted conservative like my father
no one is ever prepared for tragedy
lost my job, my dog
tried to keep it together
but nothing seemed to go right
worked a few dead end jobs
never got far
it's hard to start over when you're older
took out my 401 k
still I fell into debt
looking at my wife, she worries
not at the situation
but because I'm losing my memories
another pill that doesn't work
and bills I can't pay
now I'm getting worse
they lock me in a hospital
might as well be a prison
they take away my house
holding me against my will
left tied down and all alone
I scream for help
no one cares
they got me so spaced out
I've forgotten almost everything
only seeing glimpses of a time fading
always I cry
asking God why
used to look up, now I'm looking down
there's only empty skies
oh how I wish I would die
Published 30th Mar 2024
Author's Note
I wrote this in the point of view of my uncle. Him and his wife ended up in a nightmare situation of him developing dementia. Seems so sad to me that a man who worked all his life, did everything right, ended up drugged up and forced out of his home. Truly nightmarish.
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30th Mar 2024 10:11am
Terrible. Simply horrible situation for your uncle. Your poem captures the pain and heartache of your Uncle. Great poem Devilschild.
31st Mar 2024 7:03am
31st Mar 2024 1:39pm
Excellent poem..my dad also has dementia..it is quite sad the way elderly people are discarded by society..especially when burdened with being sick..and the fact you can work your whole life honestly for your own slice of heaven on earth just to have that taken away..thank you
Your words had such meaning that I got confused, knowing your age range, but still worrying that all this happened to you. Bless your uncle, and I don't mean to offend, but hopefully he doesn't have to live inside that prison (mental and physical) much longer.❤️🩹
To be honest though, I often worry about this same type of hell. Myself and the hubby. I hope we both (you and I) get to escape it, buddy. Hugs!
To be honest though, I often worry about this same type of hell. Myself and the hubby. I hope we both (you and I) get to escape it, buddy. Hugs!
The situation with my uncle is just unreal at times. And the only way out of his hell is death at this point. My hope at the moment is getting him to a place that can properly look after him.
And yes, I fear for my own future. Seems like such a awful way to go.
I think I wanted to write this for him in a way. Show he had a life and dream that many of us do.
And yes, I fear for my own future. Seems like such a awful way to go.
I think I wanted to write this for him in a way. Show he had a life and dream that many of us do.
