The Forgotten

8AM

Hey pop, time to get up.

O God…! Here it comes again,

that damn chair.

Infernal damn torture device;

EASY THERE!

That's my arm you're pulling there.

Why don’t they care?

O God…! Here comes the tray.

What’s in this slop anyway?

Can’t they hire someone who can cook?

Boy!

My Clare, she really could cook.

Why did she have to go

and die before me?

God..! I loved her so.

Oh well!

Maybe today he’ll show.

What's this, more new pills?

How many does that make now?

And they wonder why I don’t eat,

filling me up on all those damn pills.

10AM

“Same shit different day.”

Isn’t that what they say?

Sit me by the tube,

think I’m amused.

What do they know?

Oh well!

Maybe today he’ll show.

12PM

Here we go again,

more of the same old slop,

and they wonder why I don’t eat.

Man...your getting thin old  pop.

2PM

Time for a nap you say.

Why?

I’m no kid.

But...at least I’ll get out of this damn chair.

Boy if I could feel my butt,

I know it sure would be sore.

EASY THERE!

that arms attached you know.

Oh well!

Maybe today he’ll show.

4pm

Time to get up old pop.

Time to get ready to eat

What?

You call that a nap?

PLEASE NOT THE CHAIR AGAIN

Oh well!

Maybe today he’ll show.

6Pm

Another fine meal

Huh!

and they wonder why I'm so thin.

Oh well!

Maybe today he’ll show.

8PM

Man, I know my butts getting sore.

I hate this damn chair.

HEY! YOU THERE!

...doesn’t somebody care?

10PM

Oh well!

Just another day, I guess.

No show.

What did I expect?

At least it’s time to get out of this damn chair.

11PM

Ah...the famous blue pill.

Put the old boy to sleep, huh.

A lot they know.

Why doesn’t he ever show?

2AM

God Almighty

I can’t sleep.

I wish I could,

forever that is.

Wish I could be with my Clare.

Wish someone  would care.

Why doesn’t he ever show?

4AM

Joe, its time to get up.

What?

In the middle of the night.

I don’t want to get up.

Why do you say that, Joe?

Don’t you want to go?

Who are you?

Can you hear me?

I always hear you, Joe.

Clare’s waiting.

It’s time to go.

6AM

Hey pop time for your pill.

Why you smiling that way?

Hey! You okay?

I’ll give him a shake.

Oh No…! He’s cold.

Man....why did you have to pick today to go?

7Am

Is this Mr. Smith?

Yeah! What do you want?

This is the home...

About your dad.

...What? Who?

The home, about your dad.

                                 ...Oh! What do you want?

He passed away today...

    Mr. Smith, are you there…?

    Mr. Smith, are you Okay…?

...Yeah...I didn’t know...

...was he sick?

He looked fine,

all day Father’s Day

sitting in his chair.

Looked a little sad though

I would say...

Hard to say...

with him not being able to say.

...Did he suffer?

Strange thing though,

since you ask.

Never seen the man smile.

Had a face like a mask.

Always thought it was the stroke.

But...I swear it looked like

he had a grin.

When can you come in?

...Give me a few minutes.

...I’m really busy today, you know.

...Why did he have to pick today to go?