On my eighty-fifth birthday
(which was ages ago)
my various children came to visit me
And soon they wanted to talk
about Alzheimer's
So I asked each to recite
his or her name, place of work
one another's favourite food
and other such questions of memory
and then I declared, triumphantly:
"None of you seems to suffer Alzheimer's"
They smiled and one said:
"It's you
we are concerned about"
Oh, I was certainly moved,
certainly touched, though I found it strange
that such perfect strangers should show
such intimate concern for me
The world is certainly much better
than what I remember of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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