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Dejavu






I see you in your comfy chair

As if alone with vacant stare

Thoughts maybe, of years gone bye

A wistful glance a little sigh



The girl I married no longer there

sits as alone , its so unfair



All is not as it used to be

It breaks my heart and all can see



A hurried trip to neighbours house

like a timid, small and frightened mouse



To ask , who's this man inside my room

Of course its me your ageing groom



Never left alone with woeful frown

accompanied always into town



My duty to you, I know its a must

The girl i loved and forever trust



My love is still as strong for you



Each day the same like Dejavu



Thats how it can be for some old timers



The nasty curse that is Alzheimer's

David Killelay