Dementia
Dementia
By: Miracle Man
5/1/2023
The scent of recall of times long past,
Uncovers many years of hidden hurt.
However, hinder years, can’t be recast,
life can’t be washed like a dirty shirt.
Dreams of the past now seem as ashes,
two lives smolder under daily stress.
Can two continue with constant clashes?
When each spoken word seems to depress.
As people age seems many grow apart,
some say the dew has dried from the rose.
It isn’t that one had a change of heart,
but each just sought their own repose.
Dementia busies itself in the mind of one,
making it so difficult for the other to cope.
Each day becomes another yesterday rerun,
both seek the knot at the end of their rope.
But God has Blessed!
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