“ Dementia ” ~ a way to go ~


When time is near

Accretion wants clear,

What we’d so stored

Or kept without accord

In reverie or deed,

Now seeks mnemonic ear

To rule on dire needs

Of memory yet sane,

Soon fated to erode

Endured unlikely road

Ignoring alleged shame

May well be seen a gift,

Said but a way to go

Beyond mind suffered pain

Save be dementia’s frame!