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Forgotten

Forgotten

 

He forgets something every day

A favorite book a favorite face

Recalled well in times gone passed

Now forgotten when he’s asked

 

Many attempts to find the answer

Fail to excise the mental cancer

Until again the mind works well

Recalling facts so easy to tell

 

And for a time all is good

When navigating his mental neighborhood

With the houses in their places

And occupied with familiar faces

 

Then again his mind freezes

And the thief steals and seizes

Taking from the memories stored

Familiarity and facts galore

 

Some days he endures the storm

And finds himself lost and torn

Somewhere between the new and old

With his disease unrelenting and cold