My gravity battle, is a fight of mine,
As my balance, begins it's small decline.
The legs are wobbly and muscles entwine,
As I try walking on surfaces incline,
And end up horizontal and quite supine.

Dementia

I wish not on anyone,
be you woman or man,
this hideous disease,
we do not understand.

It matters not, what I say or do,
It only matters that I love you.

The days of the past are now gone
and won't be back again.
Don't look back, when you hear the noise
of your history's past refrain.