Been in the garage all morning going through her things
So much to get rid of and yet so very much that clings.
A neighbor comes down and tells me his long story
Wherever I am headed I'm not on any road to glory.
Now my wife seems to be mumbling her speech
Every day now she is getting more out of reach
Come this Monday will look into a clinical trial
Hoping for not more suffering with my denial.
My darling wants to just lay there and meditate
I think it's just her way of preparing for her fate
Though I would like to believe it is only to heal
As I try to cope with the pangs of what I do feel.