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.
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