Ma's Dementia Song (To the tune of My Way, nearly)

I ——
am  not quite sure
that what is what
and which is certain

But I——
I don’t find
That my mind
is any kind
 of burden


And I —-
I have found
that the ground
beneath my feet
makes me queasy,

But I—
I don’t mind 
the daily grind
I find it easy

I- - -
who was quite sure
am now unsure
of that I am certain,


but what is this,
that you see here, 
I’ll say it  clear,
I have no fear
And now,
the mist is close 
and What you see
is me



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