Alzheimers.
Dementia.
One day –
Won’t be me,
Anymore.
Genetics deems it so.
Forgetting who I am.
Who I was.
Could show me a poem,
Taken from my very own archives,
I’d think it merely pretty,
Oblivious that I was the one,
Who wrote it.
Such things are sad,
Yes.
But an inevitability,
Of course.
Alzheimers.
