Dementia
I cannot, I cannot do this or do that,
climb a set of stairs, I used to be able,
unbelievable ability, parallel bars,
fifteen marathons a year,
Times crossword in under one hour,
now I just cannot, my mind talks to itself,
abstract conversations between three and five people,
all had names, all become forgotten, either today or tomorrow,
I still cannot do what I on...
Monday 12th November 2018 8:47 pm
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