A sinking feeling of depression's
mismanagement of the absent mind,
can or will surely inflict unusual
Alzheimer's among many women and men...
That, in itself, should be a terrible sin.
No one can win...
I cannot recall how to spell sin.
That was a false statement, because,
i just did...
That must be my uncanny knack for spelling,
that at times, i keep, well hid.
What a horrible mishap by nature,
for people aged,
to have to suffer...
Having to at times, not remember, it is
time to have supper.
What good, will it do, to have too many relatives,
that you cannot remember? ...
Once, i knew, but now, which one and what name,
is of that, family member?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Sucks, indeed...lost my lifelong-best-friend & mentor...my Dad, this past September 1st, from this albatrosstic disease....Good Write, my friend! Frank