Oh, Friend

I’ve watched the stars go dim behind your eyes
That twinkled once with mind and self control;
Why is it we must lose the very things
We’re proudest of, as we release the soul?

The pathways to the brain we count upon
Grow frayed and loose and double back again;
Frustration fills the searching, reaching mind,
That cannot find what is, or what has been –

Oh, friend, I wish the years were less unkind:
But you still have your dignity, to me –
I owe you that: respect, for who you are,
And were, and will (in my eyes) always be —

Dementia’s bent your space and foiled your will;
But there’s a good man
Great man
In there
Still

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