Alzheimer's
Alzheimer’s
The days of old with time have passed away.
But memories dwell within ones heart, and soul.
And come back dreaming like a little child.
Sentimental visits… thoughts preoccupied.
That sometimes burst into showers of tears.
Time-less repetitions waltz through ripe minds.
Until each notion proceeds past forever…
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 17, 2010
Poetic form: Blank verse
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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