Where did they go-the times we knew
Those voices...people passing through
Such memories, places, fading fast
When young, we thought they'd always last
And now, behaviour-seen so strange
Is just a life to re-arrange
Take care, the person sitting there
Might just be you in another year
You shake your head-it's such a shame
When I give your face another name
Don't turn from me, pretend I'm right
You'll turn my darkness into light!
David page aka Harry Riley
stanza 1: I don't think I've given any thought, ever, to how long my memories would last, except maybe very recently. Oh well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stanza 2: I don't 'get it'. stanza 3: I had to read this twice and ponder some before I understood. My dad, in his last days, called my sister 'Mother' I believe. Maybe having dementia can be good? Not for all. ; ( bri