I will no longer allow, myself to succumb,
To that path, when I was young,
Fearing not, if I lived or died,
For it mattered not, if I tried
To have drinks, dance or race cars,
Beneath the dark sky, with sparkling stars.
My memories, of these events, grow dim;
My youth, is no longer a whim
Or fancy affair of daring, so odd,
As I have now, finally found God.
Praise the Lord, for these wonderful things,
As I truly do live amongst kings,
With friends, of long standing, near,
No longer, is it death I fear.

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.