Incomplete Recollections
A plethora of fond memories forms
the foundation for time to build upon.
But dementia is a mental decay:
and those precious moments are all but gone.
Your unique persona has dwindled to
a few fragments of the person you were.
And time keeps shuffling the missing pieces
as your reality begins to blur.
Your identity, stolen by old age,
has left you feeling confused and afraid.
And you can't recognize the ones you love:
friends that you count on for comfort and aid.
It's sad when the mind begins to falter,
severing a lifetime of connections.
And there is no escaping Alzheimer's
prison of incomplete recollections.
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