Alzheimer’s
Posted: May 3, 2010 Filed under: Poetry 4 CommentsWhere are my keys?
Which keys? My keys!
On the wall in the office
Which office? Which wall?
Maybe I’ll walk out
Today or tomorrow
Maybe I’ll never walk out anymore
All that I wanted cannot be attained now.
Tomorrow is merely another today.
Maggie, they tell me, phoned up after breakfast
Nice girl, but I cannot remember her name.
They’ve stolen my keys!
Which keys? My keys!
They’ve stolen my mirror, my brush and my comb
Now I have no face, no place and no history
I cannot go back and I cannot go home
Where are my keys?
Which keys? My keys!
I cannot unlock this disease at all
Now that I have been abducted by aliens
I smile at the soup going round in my bowl
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I love this!!!
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Thanks hon!:x
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“Maggie, they tell me, phoned up after breakfast
Nice girl, but I cannot remember her name.”
Hit me right between the eyes.
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Thank you. My uncle had Alzheimer’s in his final years and it was tragic to see any progress wiped out in seconds, even in the duration of a sentence
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