Dementia
 
It’s very easy to forget a word,
A lot of people do it every day,
The thought of you as ill is quite absurd.

But soon it’s not just words you may have heard,
It’s people you have met along the way,
It’s very easy to forget a word.

It isn’t long before you are referred,
Where they take full account of what you say,
The thought of you as ill is quite absurd.

The time will come when specialists have conferred,
Then all that’s left for us to do is pray,
It’s very easy to forget a word.

No one can tell you why your mind’s injured,
There’s no way back no matter what you pay,
The thought of you as ill is quite absurd.

Some wonder if this state of mind's preferred,
With no more conscious worries, free to play,
It's very easy to forget a word,
The thought of you as ill is quite absurd.

Alan Millichip

 
If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Alan Millichip would be pleased to hear them