He really scrubbed up well,
On those fine summer days.
A young ladys whisper would tell,
Of his charming,
gentle ways.

Now,
He stands at the dinner room door,
The drugs slow him down,
The cough makes him hoarse.
& Its long since there was a lament -
For the fearful way -
his mind did fragment.

He's old,
& he's very long lost -
But why must his senses -
have to suffer the cost?

His charming smile -
The young lady forgot it.
He's barbed wired in -
By the anti-psychotics.

A snigger is now
How a person would greet him.
But I know that his gentle heart -
Is still beating.