I thought 'til now I'd seen the worst

but that optimistic bubble burst

with the sudden, stubborn mind to refuse her meds

There are all the pills throughout the day,

eye drops that she shuns away

leaving my worn and battered patience left in shreds

No cunning where I might implore,

to make her understand just what they're for

nor the wealth of useless tricks from talking heads

She agrees she knows it's wrong

but the mind she's made is strong

even when the outcome is a consequence she dreads

There is nothing left to do

but await that other shoe,

one of a variety of watersheds

So many thoughts of maybe there were other ways

So many night of wishing for a return to better days

So many agonizing times that I just sit and gaze

So many memories no archived mind obeys

... and now the grinding sadness of so many yesterdays