Non Compos Mentis

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How creeps the dark where life was brightly lit
  when he who once mighty is idly damned -
to watch destroyed an energy and wit
  makes concealed and sad a life long and grand.
Where the acquisitions of yesteryear 
  become a puzzle piece and not a whole,
where atrophy on each new day impair
  the bravest heart! The old sense! The lost soul!
I have seen the inconsolable grace
  and pride which inherit the living haze -
that robs identity without a trace
  kept more sedentary in mortal malaise.
When my time draws nigh I pray of the twain
that body and mind this soul still remain.


               Written: April 2005

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