SOMETIMES
Sometimes I feel i'm shunned,It's the dementia that keeps pushing
The people I know far away.
Life's like that in so many ways.
Sometimes it almost breaks me,
Sometimes I wonder why.
That I would almost cry,
Almost.
Then that would be giving up
No I won't do that. At least not yet,
I wish that I could die,
Almost.
It's my imagination that helps,
To keep my mind alive.
Well,
Almost.
I feel maybe I'm losing myself,
As time goes by.
Maybe it's time for me to say,
Goodbye, Well almost.
Today I cooked for the family,
As I always do.
With these thoughts running around,
I couldn't eat even if I wanted to.
There's no wisdom that I can give,
To explain the way I feel down.
Only that I do, Only if people
Give up on me, Shouldn't I give up too.
I guess the answers probably yes,
Think I almost feel the same way to.
Sometimes I guess I'll walk alone,
Well Sometimes.
My imagination is still here,
I can almost feel it deep inside.
Willing me to write,
The meaning of my life.
Sorry to say their isn't one,
If only there was a way.
To keep this dementia away,
Filling me with such dismay.
But there isn't one,
There might be one more,
Poem for me to give; That's
willing me to live: Well almost.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-04-27 at 05:49
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