An Alzheimer Old Timer
An Alzheimer Old Timer
My hope subsided becoming mere glimmer
And all things that boil now only simmer
For long while have cried and cried
As my meager live became less intensified.
What was wrong with my life must discover
Maybe because I had lost another lover
Or a friend doesn't like my poems anymore
Can't figure out who I wrote them for.
Forgot about places where I had gone;
Maybe either Maine, Florida or Washington
Can't remember where my church was at
Or pew or seat where I usually sat.
To soft boil egg set six minutes on a timer
Some people say I'm old and have Alzheimer
Disease and myself can no longer please
As more days of my life will increase.
What has happened to my memory and mind?
Neither one of them again can I ever find
And the only way they will return to me
Is when I went to heaven for all eternity.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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