Alzheimers Poem by Saiom Shriver

Alzheimers



His Alzheimer's was worse.
Phone number chains
broke up in freedom
and danced around in his
head
in ones or twos
or curley queues
but as his mind became
less reliable
his soulriver moved closer
to the Godsea.

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