'Three score years and ten'
has lost its meaning...
and in the eighty-plus age range
Dementia and depression will not sever.
Symptons will stay forever.
Sufferers who once were intelligent
will find part of their memory nonexistent.
The actual facts of Dementia are beyond
comprehension, and patients need much
loving kindness, and friends who show
warm-hearted affection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well, as we grow old, changes of different faces will occur...sometimes in physical, sometimes in mental..by that time, oldies need more care from their loveones, to accept them or to guide them or to help them fight against their illness..the best thing we can do is to ''to be kind and cooperate''..that is my opinion..