BETTER DAY'S AHEAD
Sometimes I wonder,No matter how I strive.
Nineteen tablets a day,
Is it worth staying alive.
I don't want to be a bore,
Sometimes I wonder.
What good is this life,
What am I living for.
Early days with eyedrops,
Eyes can't stand bright lights.
Don't look forward to daytime,
Only to the darkness of the night.
Question marks within my mind,
Seem to happen all the time.
I know that there's better times ahead,
Sometimes I just hope my dementia,
Can help me to forget.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-10-07 at 14:27
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