<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Long Goodbye</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thing that killed her has a name</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It formed the plaque that scarred her brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She embarked upon that one way trip</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where names elude and memories slip</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This disease is most unkind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It slows the step and clouds the mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her daughter daily watched her fade</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into a lemure, a ghostly shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was not frail at eighty nine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’d cold cocked nurses in her time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who came too close with an I.V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and paid dearly for their ministry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heart was strong, but not the mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten years passed, as we count time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She couldn’t hear or speak our names</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How silent then her world became.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She couldn’t eat without an aide, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or walk without a metal cane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the last- the chair with wheels</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we all saw how helpless feels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some say death is most unkind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps, for those before their time-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But for those who linger at his door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no gift they wanted more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420243" data-title="The Long Goodbye de John F. McCullagh" data-description="The thing that killed her has a name It formed the plaque that scarred her brain. She embarked upon that one way trip where names elude and memories slip This disease is most unkind It slows the step and clouds the mind Her daughter daily..."></div> </div> </div>

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