I’ve got the Altz.. the Alt.. something....
It means I can’t remember stuff.
I’m not too bad, really, although I did leave the iron on.
All day..that was a close call.
I have photographs but I’m not sure who they are.
I just wish people would not try to confuse me.
Like Mrs Baird next door.
I’m sure she was talking for hours.
It was good to chat I don’t no what she was talking about.
She kept saying “Do you know what I mean?”
I’m not sure I did.
I just don’t want to do stuff I use dot enjoy.
I loved golf and or yeah I once got a hole in one I think.
I’ll go again one day.
I just get so angry.
You try and live your life not knowing what’s going on.
I have a cup of tea and I can’t remember so I have another.
Then there’s Violet. We were married for awhile.
I have some photographs but she’s gone.
She’s gone I think. I mean she went to get some milk
but hasn’t come back.
Even the night sky and the Moon hate me.
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David Wakeling (
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I hope this is untrue David, my wife had dementia for years and died from it, such an awful time!
Andy
Yes it is an awful affliction. Thanks for commenting
A sad deterioration of the mind evidenced so creatively in the obvious breakdown in the poem itself. Very nicely done David a fave for creativity in this one.
Thank you so much for your considerate critique
Everyone in my family that lived past 50 seems to have been thusly afflicted. It scares me some 🙏🏻🕊 awesome title too, btw👍🏻
They say writing poetry and doing puzzles helps.Thanks for commenting
A very touching write of the slow and heartbreaking breakdown of the mind, expressed in a caring way in this write
Thanks for your kind comments
You are very welcome
Excellent write David
Thank you
You're welcome
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