Greg Davidson Poems

- Thoughts of a dementia patient

Faces and memories,
Lost in time and space,
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A black dog follows me,
No collar nor a lead,
Its form I can not measure,
Of undetermined breed.
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Old and empty rooms,
The places in my heart
For near forgotten memories
Of now departed friends.
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First steps,
Unsteady and unsure,
Taking their first steps.
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My life depends on medicine
From boxes on the stand
One by one I count them out
And place them in my hand.
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My life is a conversation
But they say there's nothin' to talk about
Tomorrow's so uncertain
And today's just full of doubt
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Words are for reading,
Lies for misleading,
Lessons for heeding,
We learn from mistakes.
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Damaged vessel,
I surrender to the Potter's hand.
Unworthy here I stand,
Waiting for my Lord's command.
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He still remains.
Do not say that he is gone.
His memory lives within your mind
As long as thought remains,
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I - Morning Frost

White and crisp the lawn,
Breath to mist before my face,
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