A
Question Of What To Do
by Bud Lemire on June 11,
2006
It's always a
question of what to do
That many
families always come to
A serious
accident could always happen, if left alone
Thinking of
putting him into a Nursing Home
The pressure
is strong, and tense is the stress
Trying to
figure out, what is the best
Robbed of a
life, if time was to care
Or place him
with people, who would always be there
"I tried
my best, for as long as I could"
"If his
body was stronger, you know I still would"
"I would
just die, if I found him on the floor"
"His
health and welfare, is what I aim for"
"Why do
I feel guilty, like I've given up"
"No
matter what I do, it's never enough"
"Release
this pain I feel in my soul"
"Give me
the answers, I wish to know"
"He's
been there for me, since the time of my birth"
I admire his
presence, every day he's on this Earth"
"But
it's come for decisions, ones I have to make"
"And I'm
afraid it'll be his heart, that I'll break"
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