The Curse Of Dementia
The Curse Of Dementia
Miracle Man
2/13/2025
I awake to chatter that makes little sense,
stress is overwhelming, dementia’s expense.
Nary a time have I stood and yelled encore,
because days are reruns from the day before.
For the pain endured daily she has no feel?
If only I knew what her thoughts could reveal.
Dementia has caused us to become just friends,
being argumentative until life ends.
Married 59 years
(to the same woman)
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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