One day I may forget who I am
Unable to distinguish light and shade
Loved ones will gather round as strangers to me
Telling stories of adventures I’ve experienced
But which feel like fiction from a romantic novel
I will no longer be able to savour new memories
Instantly erased as soon as they are created
So grasp I will all that life has to offer
Fill the senses with new insights
Forever in the moment register every second
Savour each and every adventure
Before the potential onset of dementia