I seem to be getting a little antsy,
Over things that don't mean too much.
It's as though my mind and body,
No longer stay in touch.

Sometimes I don't seem to play too fair,
If all I seem to do seems to be an act.
I can't stand around doing nothing,
By sitting on my derriere.

If I act as though I don't really care,
I may not be able to comprehend.
Why when I look I see squiggly lines,
I may not even remember;
That I'm going blind.

Dementia is not going to define me,
Alzheimer's is not who I really am.
If by some chance I upset you,
Remember if you can.

It's not really me.
It's just some dodgery old fool
Of a man.
Who's trying to keep in touch with reality,
As much as he thinks he can.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-27 at 04:39

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
A strong text, Alan! But remember, reality is an opinion.

Your words show not a dodgery old fool but a strong man, Alan. Know that