He was asleep in his armchair
When the family arrived
The paper in his lap
The telly on mute
The match in Wimbledon
Could've been interesting
But his eyelids were heavy still
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
The mixed double hurried across the court
As his grandchildren entered through
The living room door
The table was set
Dinner was cooked
Grandmother gave him a worried look
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
The youngest grandson
Started pinching his ear
He slowly awoke
Didn't know where he were
He couldn't recall any memory
Asked himself
"What's happening to me?"
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
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He was asleep in his armchair
When the family arrived
The paper in his lap
The telly on mute
The match in Wimbledon
Could've been interesting
But his eyelids were heavy still
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
The mixed double hurried across the court
As his grandchildren entered through
The living room door
The table was set
Dinner was cooked
Grandmother gave him a worried look
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
The youngest grandson
Started pinching his ear
He slowly awoke
Didn't know where he were
He couldn't recall any memory
Asked himself
"What's happening to me?"
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
When the family arrived
The paper in his lap
The telly on mute
The match in Wimbledon
Could've been interesting
But his eyelids were heavy still
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
The mixed double hurried across the court
As his grandchildren entered through
The living room door
The table was set
Dinner was cooked
Grandmother gave him a worried look
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
The youngest grandson
Started pinching his ear
He slowly awoke
Didn't know where he were
He couldn't recall any memory
Asked himself
"What's happening to me?"
A slow walk into the obscure
A fog closing in
A man wondering
A life blown away like dust
A closet that's empty
His bones feel so heavy
Writer: Ulrich Himstedt
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