Sonnet 331.83 (G31.84) – Alzheimer’s Disease


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

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