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The Unappreciated Side of Alzheimer's

As he (or she) slips away
It is you, who wishes him (or her) to stay
But like sand trickling through fingers
They seem to no longer want to linger.
Seeking to return to an earlier day,
And with past companions, play.

A kinder gentler world of fun
An ascent into heaven has begun
When all about are as they where
Not burdened with today's maddening whir.
They smile and shake their head
As if to say, "Goodbye, it's nothing to dread.

For I shall see you in the end
My bags are packed, my trip, I want to begin."


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