The Path Which I Take

The path which I take;
I take every day.
It's the path of a life,
all work, little play.
A path through a demented mind.
One to be gentle and kind.
The poorest of souls,
who long to be free
from a terrible disease,
which bye passed me.
Why did some, as lovely
as you were then,
be stricken with Dementia,
so close to the end.
I am rambling now, once more,
for I do it best
when I don't keep score.