Sun downing, reaching for so simple words,

Forgetting faces and places where I did go—

Is that my daughter? Do I dare eat a peach?

My buttons—my thoughts—are just out of reach.

Now I wear Depends and can’t cut with a knife,

Don’t recognize my grandkids and slip-out of life.

Could I have stopped madness before my decline

Or remedied with diet, vitamins, and cardio-exercise,

Working cross-word puzzles enjoyed in my prime?

As you are now I was; as I am now, you will be—

Unable to walk, sit, without wit, memory, teeth.

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