That Was Then This Is Now

Then is life that's passed, its memories encoded in the brain, permanently, you would think, and yet, This is now and it has a name; dementia they say, a Latin word they say (demens is demons I say), a medical certainty they say, and yet I hold on to just a single day, just today, no memory of the past no memory of the future as it passes; today, only for today, please say my name and remember.