Here I lie in bed once more, Awaiting my next feast.
A specialist flatboats in my room, As if it's not a problem.
What ever befallen politeness? Only a little thump.
Do you believe I'm only a vegetable, Laying here like a stone?
What ever befallen habits? I don't know.
In any case, KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I realize I can not talk, Or even joke around.
Yet, I'm very much aware of everything, and furthermore every solid.
On the off chance that you have another specialist help, change me during adjusts.
Kindly don't discuss me, as though I'm nowhere to be found.
Approach me with deference, a similar I'd provide for you.
Remember AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
My bones are firm and throbbing, I hear you state I'm contracted.
My midsection harms, I haven't crapped, I trust I'm not affected.
I'm sorry I may slobber, and now and again I even gaze.
It is difficult being old, maturing isn't reasonable.
These are the cards God gave me, There's no other viable option for me.
Simply KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'MA PERSON TOO.
I used to be a vivacious one, much the same as your quite self.
I voyaged, wedded, and worked extended periods until I lost my wellbeing.
I press my light to see a face, Or only for organization.
For somebody just to glimpse inside, and understand that I'm ME.
You strolled past my light, what am I to do?
If it's not too much trouble REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.
I'm grieved that I wrecked the bed, I feel like such an infant.
I'm so humiliated, and embarrassed, that I'm doing this at eighty.
I'm sorry I was unable to hold it, I didn't have the foggiest idea what to do.
Remember AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I wish that I was capable, to impart some way.
So at last I'd find the opportunity, to state what I need to state.
I hear you talk with different patients, so kindly don't leave.
On the off chance that everybody indicated a little sympathy, I wouldn't feel along these lines.
My name is ____, and I'm isolated.
Malignant growth took my significant other, he had it in his bones.
We had one youngster, our valuable child.
Until his life was taken by a firearm.
So here I am, no family left, as dejection gauges weighty on my chest.
I might be miserable, I might be blue.
Kindly REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.
Next time my light is on, come and check whether I'm OK.
I'm a resigned attendant of thirty years, and couldn't imagine anything better than to find out about your day.