He meets them on and off
But he has forgotten their names
And sometimes they call by his name
But he never looks around to greet them.
To be senile might be a type of defence in this case. Old memories can be painful. Excellent write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a poignant verse about a state of health many of us dread. You pen irony with great skill Nimal and touch the reader's heart. love, Allie xxxxxxxxx