Waltzheimers

By DJ Tyrer

Some say it’s wrong to laugh

But she doesn’t seem to care

That her memory’s fading

And her mind’s beyond repair

She laughs at her problem, too

What else is there to do?

Some say it’s wrong to laugh

But sometimes it’s all you’ve got

When so much has been taken away

And you’ve not been left a lot

Some say it’s wrong to laugh

Because her mind is in a mess

But a little laughter is all she has

To lighten the bleak vacuousness

She laughs at her problem, too

What else is there to do?

Some say it’s wrong to laugh

But it’s either that or tears

A joke at her forgetfulness

To smother lingering fears

Some say it’s wrong to laugh

When she cannot recall today

But she still has a sense of humour

Even if it’s trapped in yesterday

She laughs at her problem, too

What else is there to do?

Some say it’s wrong to laugh

That it’s wrong to be amused

When she’s sitting there vaguely

Feeling confused and bemused

Some say it’s wrong to laugh

But it’s better than a cry

One last laugh together

In case that she should die

She laughs at her problem, too

What else is there to do?