Ailing Rose

Basically how I feel when it comes to me and how I've sort of not seen my father who has Alzheimer since I can't really take it . . . also it's be made into a song

Weaker with each breath

I knew that I never meant

For any cause of streaming tears

Yet I abandoned the love and fears

So I bow my head in infinite shame

And I'll take on any forsaken blame

I sadly did not tend to the ailing rose

I just did not suppose

That I should have been there more

But I couldn't take much more

When looking into the eyes of it

One could never fully understand the shift

Where you are lost within its mind

one's emotions are not too kind

I sadly did not tend to the ailing rose

But I just did not suppose

That I should have been there more

But I couldn't take much more

And when it all hits home

You sit right there to write a poem

But your mind never understands 

And so my guilt is marked on my hands