The Retired Bloke

My Story

 

My mum can remember 

September 1952

As though it were yesterday

But struggle as she might

Can’t recollect last night

Memories used to linger

But life is lived only in the now

As anything previous disappears somehow

It’s sad when new pictures can’t be stored 

When each fresh experience is deleted. 

No longer can we afford

To take our next day for granted 

That is why I write a diary

So when I forget my life 

There will remain my story.

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    My wife suffers from dementia, I can fully understand the meaning of your words.

  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Great poem!
    P.S.
    I agree with the idea of journaling!
    😊

    • The Retired Bloke

      Thank you. Yes I find writing a diary quite therapeutic.



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