He lost his mind
He holds his head
He's lost somewhere, in the years.
What comes to mind, is what he said.
Watery eyes, here come the tears.
He remembers, way back then.
In any moment his life could end.
He talk's about the good old time's, as if it was happening today.
He will confuse your name with someone else, tongue tied with nothing to say.
He's ill, this man has altymer's disease.
Sometime's he will forget his way, sometime's he will freeze.
Years of suffering, he's really a gentle man.
He just doesn't get it, his mind doesn't understand.
He will someday, pass away, forgetting who he loved.
He's hoping that what he remember's is enough.
Someday, he will lose his mind.
Someday, you will be his to find.
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LIFE POEMS
PoetryThis is a book of poems to do with life and society. Its based on life today and what society brings to us. I hope you enjoy the different phases of life poems.