Forgotten
Faces
As I
look at these faces, still living but lost.
I think of the families and all of the cost.
To see their fathers and mothers so lonely and blue.
They reach out their hands but what can they do?
Forgotten
faces and names are all that they see.
And I think to myself that this could be me.
To wake up one morning and wonder when I see,
That face in the mirror, is it really me?
DEDICATED
TO ALZHEIMER'S
A HORRIBLE ILLNESS
© by
Gloria Collins
6/24/1999
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