Hi Everyone,
I hope this finds you well.
Here is a poem, a tribute to those with dementia.
The Red Robin
My mind is a mist.
Thoughts escape my grasp,
as synapses dissolve.
Crumbling the framework within.
In the distance,
a red robin,
taps at the window,
its all I see right now.
Tombstones of memories form within,
the wisps of my mind,
as the red robin,
still taps at the window,
A delusion from my suffering.
Till we meet again,
JR.
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