Went out to walk as usual,
at half past 5 today.
I always know you’ll be there,
‘cause you’d never go away.
Laid out along that wood bench,
like you’re lounging on a couch.
I wonder if you have one –
this your only place to slouch?
I’m sad to see you eating,
from that same ‘ol bin buffet.
That sandwich blue n mouldy –
If I could help you, I would pay.
It wasn’t always like this,
you were happy and lived well.
But it seemed to change so quickly,
when your mind – it tripped and fell.
The illness took your senses,
and muddled with your mind.
And mom, she couldn’t take it;
then payments got behind.
You think you left to help us,
but our jigsaw’s not complete.
The picture makes no sense now,
but I refuse to get downbeat.
Dad we’ll get you help soon;
your life out here is wrong.
The picture will be perfect,
when you’re home where you belong.
from the daily word prompt sandwich
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