by Jesse Coghill
Poet farmer from Jordan



When the two of them go walking
She has to hold his hand
And try to talk of different things,
But he don't understand.

Friends who meet them on the street
Stop and say hello.
They shake his hand and understand
Their names he does not know.

She realizes one day soon
She'll put him in a home.
She weeps and cannot bear the thought
Of living all alone.

She treats him like a child now,
Her only thought is his.
The mind is gone, the body's strong,
And that's the way it is.