Remember his name.
Day by day, he’s slipping away,
From the life that has been our foundation.
Human acts and basic facts
No more is he showing retention.
Although we know,
Does it really show or
Are we simply being polite?
When he cried in the night,
And held himself tight
As a child, it gave him attention.
His tears now fall in some secret place,
So look closely, so closely, for
There’s pain in that face
In those dull glazed eyes and vacant sighs
Remember those days when so full of life, he
Dealt with your anger, responded to strife
Showing ire and passion when
Loving his family, even losing his wife.
So whilst his mind slowly leaves,
The container remains.
Has he crossed ‘oer that threshold?
Will he ever regain
Some previous insight, or
Perhaps no more pain?
Remember the person, and not just his fame
Remember the person, we all share his name.
Goodbye my dear father –
It will never be the same.