Every day 

Every day

Every day, you come for me,
And piece, by piece, but steadily,
You take another part of me away,
You strip my mind, my memory bare,
And leave it as if nothing’s there,
Not even just one thought of yesterday.

Every day, a living hell,
I just sit here, and none can tell,
The million precious thoughts once in my mind,
For with your visits, every day,
You took my precious thoughts away,
And left me unresponsive to mankind.

And every day, you come again,
To fester deep inside my brain,
And rob me of my dignity as well,
You leave me sitting in a chair,
A ‘being’, but, there’s no one there,
A ‘hollow shell’, with non inside to dwell.

And every day, and more and more,
You just keep coming, through the door,
I see you, – though my voice now cannot speak,
And people here, who help me through,
All understand just what you do,
You ‘thief’, who robs the elderly and weak.

And every day, and weaker still,
With yet more tasks I cannot fill,
But still you come to me upon my bed,
You have done for me, you have had my best,
Come now , – take me, – to my rest,
But leave my thoughts of love still in my head.

You will not steal these precious days,
Of tender loving, gentle ways,
I will not let you take them, – they are mine,
Now you have done your worst to me,
Come, – take me to my ‘destiny’.

Where in my heart, and in my soul,
I will rebuild what you have stole,
And keep it with me.  Safe.
Until the ending of all time.

Mick Westwood