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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There is a wind on South-East Essex Blowing today and also tomorrow Cuddling seagulls white like Tipex Beating the ears of the old-age sparrow Alzheimer is like yellow leaves Detached from their own trees Spinning the mind in the air like bees Forgetful of you forgetful of me Alzheimer's body bents like the dwarf pine trees On the East cost of the South Essex rim Old age ward. They can no longer knee To pick up the shells from the oceanic dim Seagulls calling their chicks at home Alzheimer checking for a toy that's gone For a hand to hold not to feel alone A memory of a youth no longer borne An when the wind blows into the town Alzheimer dances with the invisible match Seeking a light and a reason to know What is this place that confuses so much The old sparrow flies with no wings to flap In the celestial depth mirrored on this long tide Recent memories no longer accessible to dad Fleeting love for his wife to share what is left of life This sun that bends through the contrite flower Dementia mind living in the sparrow’s tower To swim into remote glories of power Now lead by the help of a nurse to have a shower Moon mirrors itself on South Essex sea Cuddling the Alzheimer's glimpse Chasing the light of a silent nil Aiming to a watch that’s in a reverse tic Brittle glimpse looking at the juniper scene Aiming to that flight that nobody can see Alzheimer's life where else can he dream Of returning at home no longer there for him?
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