So it seems the past will be leaving soon
To take with it, as it goes, all but the
Driest air of the present, stripping the dunes
Slowly down to a sandless Sahara
Causing no fear greater than this concern;
That the best of life will be first taken
Away by the wind to never return
Removed from me, from all and relations.
Can nothing be done to guard the good?
It seems too easily blown out of mind
Leaving for last the hard ground overstood
With memories of being cruel and unkind.
At the end, I’d give all to recall your hands
First touch to forever. My last grains of sand.
Mild Neurocognitive Disorder
Due to Alzheimer’s Disease