MIXED UP OVER DEMENTIA
Dementia is a place,That I don't want to be.
But at least,
My mind is still free.
I may curse sometimes,
About things.
That I cannot find,
Of that I cannot deny.
To say I haven't got it,
That would be a lie.
But I can live with it,
Although I don't know why.
Mixed dementia what a curse,
I'm just an old man.
That's had to fight all my given life,
For what I think I'm worth.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-01-22 at 15:49
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