Mr-bestie^4r-u, 23 апреля 2016 г., 14:11
She could hear us whisper when she wasn't even in the room. Knew we were up to mischief just by looking at our faces. Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock... The dawn chorus is no longer music to her ears. With limited hearing and failing eyesight the TV remains silent Her only pleasure is listening to talking books on a machine for the blind. But the volume is so loud she remains isolated in her own room, Why aren't you wearing your hearing aid I ask? But she simply won’t wear it... Won’t admit to the fact old age is creeping up on her So now she lives in her own little world A world of increasing darkness and silenceI dread the day she can no longer see or hear me Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock By: me
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