At an assisted living facility it isn't hard to witness, once vital and productive individuals, who have been robbed of their being, from memory loss. I ask WHERE DID THEY GO?
Where did they go Now they have arrived; Hunched over walkers With tennis balls and glides. Where did they go Staring blindly into space; Smiling and nodding Yet no recognition, Of a familiar face. Where did they go Their world cloistered In clear confusion; Where identity and truth Live in fantasy, bundled in delusion. WHERE DID THEY GO? January 9, 2017
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