He's drinking cold Corona
Feels like his getting older
Now and noticing how he's finding
Grey hairs left in the shower
Tattoos fade by the hour
And he can't understand these feelings
Why life is getting him down
He used to smile now he frowns
And cries inside
Its been this way for a while
And he can't seem to put things right
When life has been unkind
And you're losing your mind
Look in the mirror afraid of what you'll find
It feels like time's not on your side
He doesn't like to mention
Applying for his pension
So his children don't know he's
Into a mid-life crisis
He cant afford the prices for
The new kitchen floor he's buying
He's been a drunk all his life
Two kids, a dog and a wife
He doesn't know
And in the daytime he just sits and watches television shows
When life has been unkind
And you're losing your mind
Look in the mirror afraid of what you'll find
It feels like time's not on your side
Dont know why but somehow
The ones you love you hate now,
You feel down and blue
Look at what you've thrown away
They stood beside you all the way
Now its too late, its too late for you
When life has been unkind
And you're losing your mind
Look in the mirror afraid of what you'll find
It feels like time's not on your side
- The Ballad of Paul K - McFly
Went to granduncle's hse on Sunday to visit him cos he was ill with senile dementia. He already had it last CNY and I remembered when he cried when he realised he couldn't recognise all of us. I had forgotten until my sis brought it up. I have forgotten how I felt last CNY, but as I saw the condition he was in last Sunday, I couldn't help but feel my heart going out to him. His mother, who is my great-grandmother had senile dementia too before she passed away. But her condition was totally different. At least, she was happy during her illness and even her last days. But my grand-uncle, he was just, there. You know?
When we reached there he was just slouching on the sofa listening to some music. And he couldn't talk, because the muscles in his tongue had contracted. And his wife told us that one day, she let him help in plucking some things so as to exercise his arms. It was an easy task, but he couldn't do it. And he got so frustrated with himself that he went to the room to cry. When his wife said this, my parents, sis, aunt and uncle laughed a little. But I just couldn't cos I could imagine his frustration at that time of not being able to do such a simple thing. And of cos we were talking about him throughout the visit cos he was the purpose of the visit. But he was right there in the living room with us! Although he couldn't talk, he could hear! And they were talking as if he wasn't there. It was, for a lack of better words, degrading.
The aim of this entry is not to criticise whoever's actions, but to tell you about something that almost made me cry last Sunday.