The First Rule of Alzheimer Club
He forgets the things he was going to do,
Earlier on in the day,
He forgets right in mid conversation,
The words he was going to say,
And he forgets why he walked into the room,
He forgets the words that were said,
He forgets the names of people he meets,
He forgets the things in his head,
But he’s reminded each weekday just before 2,
Whenever he goes to the pub,
That the first rule of Alzheimer’s Limited are Us,
Is not to even mention the club,
And he happily sits in the crowd with a drink,
Not knowing anyone there,
He happily sits and drinks away life,
By the window on his old wooden chair.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2019
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