Just Adjusting

Just Adjusting

By Paul McCann
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I must adjust to things I've lost . 
It’s part of life’s on going cost . 
Growing old and accepting it . 
With some help I can keep my grip . 
My sights all right, my hearings good, 
I can’t remember things I should . 
I must adjust to things I’ve lost , 
Sometimes its like my wires get crossed . 
Like what did I do yesterday . 
I’m forgetful but that ’s ok . 
Its hard to find the words to say ,
they seem a million miles away . 
I must adjust to things I’ve lost . 
Where’s the stand that my hat was tossed ? 
So many things I seem to loose , 
My keys , my pen , my watch , 
my shoes , 
All my things seem to disappear , 
I left them there but they’re not here . 
I must adjust to what I’ve found , 
I can hear a happy sound , 
I still can dance and I can sing . 
I can smell flowers in the spring . 
I see a smile you hold my hand . 
Somehow I know you understand .