now that we're getting well on in years,
there's a pox which to some brings tears.
it's several conditions, all called dementia.
and i say this to it: 'who the hell sent ya?
the mind no longer works as it used to do,
dementia can make an idiot out of me or you.
better to die and save a lot of unneeded head-aches.
i think it best if one with dementia sleeps ………
and never wakes.
Lovely transport of an equally worthy idea into the poem makes it a treatise on dementia. Enjoyed it. 'dementia can make an idiot out of me or you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't think I'm full blown yet.: -)