I'm sitting in a circle and I'm looking at the door,
I'm looking at the ceiling and I'm looking at the floor,
Nothing seems to happen now I'm old and tired and grey,
They just sit me in a circle and I face another day.
They wash, they dress, they feed me
Yes the carers they are kind
But once they sit me in that circle
They forget I have a mind.
There are others in my circle
But we never say a word,
When you get as old as we are,
It's better seen but never heard.
I may look old and grumpy,
But in my head I'm on the go,
So if you see me in the circle
Won't you stop and say hello?
A little chat from you
Would really brighten up my day
So if you pass my little circle,
Please don't turn and walk away.
By Maureen Noonan.
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