now that we're getting well on in years,
there's a pox which to some brings tears.
it's several conditions, all called dementia.
and i say this to it: 'who the hell sent ya?
the mind no longer works as it used to do,
dementia can make an idiot out of me or you.
better to die and save a lot of unneeded head-aches.
i think it best if one with dementia sleeps ………
and never wakes.
And some of us have been demented since birth You have to play it for all its worth. I must include all those crazy women... my heavenly bane. Not a one of them quite right in the brain. And don't expect me to believe that Bri has been all there He's been as nutty as butter pecan ice cream, I do swear!
I'm sorry to hear about your dementia blight but it is okey if poems you still can write It is only serious when you rave and rant Or you go out shopping not wearing your pants thanks Bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dementia is a curse. It makes not only the patients suffer, but also their kith and kin. However strongly you may urge not to visit you, at your old age it likes to be your guest for a while. A nice poem on dementia.