Alzheimer’s Patient

 

Oh, how can this be?

You and I are losing me

Some day soon

May be morning

Many be noon

I will no longer be the me

You and I know as me

And the answer seems to be

Words, and thought, frequently scramble

And my conversations seem to ramble.

 

Oh, how can this be?

You and I are losing me.

What do I see when I look into your eyes?

And neighbours come just to pry?

Confusion, hurt, pity and pain

For I am ill and not insane

 

Oh, how can this be?

You and I are losing me?

Oh, help me pray,

“lord, please come to me and take me

Home with you for all eternity.”

What can we do to keep from losing me?

“Nothing,” say the experts.

 

Oh, how can this be?

You and I are losing me?

But in my confused and foggy state,

To You I please,

“Love me –Remember me—Help me

To be – For as long as I can be

The me we know as me