Goodbye me

Goodbye me

Spent my afternoon accompanying the elderly at two elderly homes.

One of them spoke to me about his life story, his time as an apprentice in the 1970s, his time in the shipyard; From his smile, I knew he had enjoyed his youth. He spoke to me about his beliefs, his philosophies in life. He told me how the rise of capitalism, and focus on the individual had eroded the very value-fabric of society that he once enjoyed his youth in. And as he speaks, tears filled his eyes. 
I could feel his concern for his fellow men.

He told me that he has dementia and is slowly forgetting the things that matters to him. He smiled but
I can sense his fear; his fear of forgetting all which makes him, him.

Goodbye Me

Goodbye I say, gently to me
My memories of me
My youth, my love, my life
There is no need for any more words
Cause I won't remember anyway
Say if you must
Before the next moment come
Cause I can't promise
Beyond now.
Don't be sad I am leaving
Piece by piece
Till I can't be heard any longer
At the end, what is left
Is only a picture of the former
The wind still the whispers fall
Say goodbye, goodbye me

Thanks for inspiring this reflection Uncle. Hope you live your life as happy as you can till the time comes.

May all be well and happy.
Simple Bear 25.06.2016.