A Carer's/caregiver's Thoughts

Carer/Caregiver's thoughts

They say I’m called a “Carer"
A job that doesn't pay
I didn't ask to be one
But became one anyway.

I hate that title “Carer”
I’d much rather be a “wife”
But Pete is now the “Patient”
Not a husband in my life.

When bringing up the children
My future looked quite dim
And now the kids have all grown up
So now it’s me and him

Before I became a “Carer”
I was young and in my prime
I didn't know what lay ahead
It was just a case of time

I didn’t ask to be a “Carer”
It just got worse and worse
And now my patient’s bed bound
And I’m his constant nurse.

Husband and wife is long in the past
Fate has killed our love
What was that finger thinking
When pointing from above?

I’ve thought of over-dosing
Or running far away
But it’s the people left I think of
Which is why I’m here to stay