A reflection on how age affects us, even more tragically when dementia is the cause.
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Things Fall Apart
Have you ever - and I’m sure you have,Woken in the night in a strange bed
And wondered – where the hell am I?
And have you sometimes forgotten
Why you came into another room,
And not known the reason why?
Or maybe it’s all the nagging worries
That get wrapped up into a single one
In front of your mind like a buzzing fly.
As for the names, faces and places,
Sure, we all forget some ones at times,
But not enough to make us want to cry;
With those missing hours in every day,
when your memory is now slipping away
To the silent pool of the minds decay.
And when each dying moment becomes
Confused with the sound of a ticking clock
Do you realise it’s yourself that’s stopped?
For when there is no more of anything
We’ll finally find that the clock has lied
And the calendars gone out with the tide.
© D G Moody 2024
Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2024-07-20 at 17:28
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