A Question Of What To Do

By Bud Lemire

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 to decisions, ones I have to make"
"And I'm afraid it'll be his heart, that I'll break"

©Jun 11, 2006 Bud Lemire