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If I swim,
will I sink?
Does it depend
on food or drink?
Stupid questions,
invading my mind.
I'm confused, any time.
I will go away.
I am on alert,
for those warning signs.
Dementia, creeping in on me;
no history in my family.

The rusty bucket
or my rusty mind,
is sometimes cruel
but mostly kind.
How can I adjust
this trait for you,
as this writing unwinds,
my life's memories,
which are to come,
as Ad Infinitum.

Come back to me
from where you've gone.
I miss seeing thee,
remembering our life's song,
for only my memories
are here. yours are gone.

This life is a shamble,
a terrible show
of a life ruined,
with nowhere to go.

There are those, close to me.
They are near but I never see
them as often, as I'd like it to be.
Friendships change, as time will flee
this World we know is an uncertainty.

Do you know me?
I ask of thee,
for I know you
and I can see,
your eyes are lost;
a sign to be
of this our life
and its own uncertainty.

When the words in your mind,
will no longer take flight.
When you lay in your bed,
during the early morning light;
strings of words, stuck in your head.
I must arise to write these words down
or I'll have a lost memory,
once sound, will be gone.
I'll be unable to retrieve exact word
as they disappear, without being heard.

Please return.
Come back to me,
from the place
you go, to flee.

For want of love
a life was lost.
For want of life
a love was lost.
For me, every day
I want to run away.
For this old thought
I'll still stay.

He sat there
in the noisy din,
his arms upward,
hands on his chin.
What are the thoughts
he must now have,
dead in his mind,
where there I saw,
no love present,
no love at all,
only the old fear,
an old craving; He
is just like me.

It was a long trail, as I recall.
Well used by deer and man alike.
A slight incline, along the hillside,
only grass and shale with Sagebrush, a few.
Climbing higher, one encounters some trees.
There were many Pine trees and Fir.
Looking down the trail you climbed,
the view was grand; seeing the valley floor,
with majestic snow capped peaks on the horizon.
A scenic, Panoramas, words can't describe.
How small we are in this World sublime,
yet there I was on my first hill climb.

Tell me now.
Tell me true.
What am I
supposed to do,
when she says,
"I don't know you."