Dementia

things seen are not always truly there

the mind plays tricks one day or another

momentarily blind, some things seen

the wretched ailments of old age rear up

and memories of the moment turn and churn

making childhood seem real again, yet,

the last five minutes escapes awareness

so sad to know familiar faces are foreign now

the bitter rival of true desires

eeks out the beauty of a lucid moment

and a brief happiness embraces the day

yet, the day becomes the morning

and the morning gives way to the hour

and finally minutes before the body fails

there is no greater time to give joy

to our loved ones for life is so fleeting