Alzheimer Hotel by Vickey Stamps 1997
and dedicated to her father Robert Netherlain
What do you think of this place where I stay?
It's a fine hotel in every way! Thank you for coming
Who'd you say that you are? I seem to forget.
I'm not quite up to par.
You say it's my birthday? Does my age show?
How the years have flown by. Why didn't I know?
Where is my bed? Someone show me the way.
I'm not quite sure where I should stay.
I was sure it was morning, but you say it is night?
Are you lying to me? Now that's just not right.
You say it's the truth, and I forget a lot?
Are you meaning my brain has began to rot?
You claim that your're family? Well, I can't recall.
You're much too old. My family's still small.
You say that's my wife? (In that picture you hold)
That can't be. She, too, is too old.
I'm in the hospital? Now, that just can't be
There simply is nothing the matter with me.
I have Alzheimer's? Is that like the flu?
I hope there is something the doctor can do.
We all are given Candles, to light our way through life.
Some we call 'a husband', and some we call 'a wife.'
Some are loving neighbors, or they might be family.
Some may give off brightness, or be dull as they can be.
Some may flicker off and on, and nearly lose their beam,
while others help us face life, and help us win our dream.
We all must walk a path in life.
Not all will walk it well.
We can choose to walk in confidence,
or crawl into a shell.
Some candles seem to be so plain,
as first we chance to look,
then those same candles give off light,
to help us read life's book.
Some candles are designer ones,
and make a pretty show.
Some are short and valiant,
but help more, than we know.
But as the years go rushing by,
most candles fade from sight.
And we must face the fact that we --
are left with little light.
And so the ones we count on,
must then our candle be.
I know the one I love the most,
will light the way for me.
Lord, help me be a candle,
with an everlasting glow,
and may I serve to light up life,
for everyone I know.
And when I have to give account,
for how I chose to live,
may I have kept my wick trimmed,
so my light would always give.
Yes, we all are given "candles",
to light our way in life;
to guide us through the good times,
or hard times full of strife.
May I light up the path so well,
no one will slip and fall;
so when my candle melts away,
They'll say I gave my all.
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