Inspired by a poem, Alzheimer by urban duck
and through the looking glass, By another great poet.
Sorry I've forgotten his name. (Lewis Carroll of course).


You stop and look at me,
But it's you that I adore.
You only have eyes for yourself,
You don't see me any more.

You always left me hanging,
In the hallway by the door.
You look into my face,
But it's me that you don't see.
I don't want to be hanging around,
Like a reluctant mirror anymore.

Why don't you step into my mirror,
All you have to do is look at me.
What's that you think you see,
As you start to lose your reality

You hear a knock upon the door,
Opening you say to the postman.
As you read the name on letter,
"Sorry this is not for me:
Alice doesn't live here anymore".

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-18 at 00:41

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Composed from a lived experience, this conveys for me the reality of dementia; and we are seeing the beginning of this with close friends. Bravo Alan!

arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Only the rabbit hole remains!