Today I Saw An Old Man Poem by Gert Strydom

who is dear to me
and whose thoughts
age tried to wipe out
and he looked at me
trying to comprehend.

There was still
some intelligence in his eyes
and finally when he realized
who I am
his heart reached out
and his hand was still warm.

My heart could have broken
a thousand times
while I saw the damage
that Alzheimer's had done,
but there was a smile
on his face
before we left
and his mind
wasn't totally gone

and I saw the struggle in him
against forgetting
trying to reach beyond
what life would let him
and still trying
to be himself
and heard him pray
believing that God still helps.