WASTING AWAY

WASTING AWAY

Here he sits, in front if a TV
Along with others, waiting for death
Thinking to himself, ”Is this really me?”
Thinking about all of his past regrets
He was a strong young man once
Full of youth, had nothing but energy
The class clown, was always called a dunce
Always had fun, full of life was he
As he grew, he joined and fought overseas
And bombs rained down over his head
Chaos and war was all he could ever see
He survived it all and he was a hero, that's what they said
Time marched on, he came home and found a wife
Had the "dream", his kids and a white picket fence
The perfect job and that became the center of his life
Loyal to his only love as he wondered what life meant
Time kept marching on, and so did the cruel hands of fate
As he sobbed by his wife's bed
Losing her was almost too much to take
The one he lived for, full of life once was now dead
Crushed, they said he couldn't live alone
His own kids are telling him how to live?
He spent so many years out and on his own
The cruel hands of fate showed itself once again
He began to forget things and thought his wife was still alive
He woke up looking for her and she wasn't there
Where did his love go, she was always by his side
So he wandered out in the midnight winter air
The police found him wandering, not knowing where he was
His kids, worried for him decided to put him here
His past is clear but the present seems like static and fuzz
As he sits in front of the TV, filled with an unknown fear
Others are around him, does he know them at all?
What year is this?  Does he have to go to work?
What day is it again?  It's hard to recall
Where is his wife, the woman who could move heaven and earth?
The endless questions haunt him as he's a prisoner of his mind
Forgetting things as fast as he remembers
Slowly wasting away, until finally it's his time
As his memories fade away like dying embers.
©2013 Darryl Mouzone