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Poetry from within


I see you in your comfy chair

As if alone with vacant stare

Thoughts maybe, of years gone bye

A wistful glance a little sigh

The girl I married no longer there

sits as alone , its so unfair

All is not as it used to be

It breaks my heart and all can see

A hurried trip to neighbours house

like a timid, small and frightened mouse

To ask , who's this man inside my room

Of course its me your ageing groom

Never left alone with woeful frown

accompanied always into town

My duty to you, I know its a must

The girl i loved and forever trust

My love is still as strong for you

Each day the same like Dejavu

Thats how it can be for some old timers

The nasty curse that is Alzheimer's

David Killelay