Ken's Serenade

Oh, Ken, sitting in the golden haze,

Playing sixties tracks through the quiet days,

Silver hair glimmers under the soft light,

Bound to this bed, he’s losing the fight.

Three years ticking by, like a clock out of tune,

Refusing to move under the watch of the moon,

Mind set on sympathy, seeking the care,

In a bariatric bed, caught in despair.

Elvis whispers softly in the corners of his mind,

Memories of dancing, love, and laughter entwined,

But the echoes of the past haunt every single breath,

As the shadows grow longer, he dances with death.

Oh, Ken, can you hear the music play?

A symphony of moments that slipped away,

Bets laughter still lingers in the air,

Would she go mad just to see you there?

Photographs on the wall tell stories untold,

Every smile a mirror of a love once bold,

Yet the world keeps turning while you drift on a stream,

Wrapped in your sorrows, lost in a dream.

Elvis singing “Love Me Tender” to an empty room,

A reminder of heartbreak, a sweet-sounding gloom,

But the melodies fade as the twilight descends,

Caught in your silence, no messages to send.

Oh, Ken, can you hear the music play?

A symphony of moments that slipped away,

Your mother's laughter still lingers in the air,

Would she go mad just to see you there?

And if the world stopped turning, if time lost its way,

Would you step from the shadows, let the music sway?

Break these chains of sorrow, shake off the despair,

Let the love of your mother guide you somewhere.

So, Ken, take a breath, feel the rhythm inside,

Let the sixties embrace you, let your spirit glide,

Silver hair shines bright, there's still hope to be found,

In the music of memories, let love be your sound.