“He has no insight” I hear them say
as they begin to peel my rights away
first it’s my home and then it’s my care
from who I see to what I can wear
I’m not supposed to like kisses,
the Judge says I don’t have capacity,
but deep inside I am yearning with
that same 30 year old tenacity,
“He wouldn’t understand”
“It would only make him distressed”
I hear them whisper to each other
As my Wife’s passing they haven’t confessed
I’m left in a cloud of unknowing,
Confused as to where she has gone
But not to worry I suppose
For I overheard this morning
To this world I “will not be long”
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