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 .


By Paul Mc Cann