Tag: old age
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A poem about dementia
The Fog of Forgotten Days In the quiet of the morning light,A gentle fog begins its flight,Whispering softly through the mind,Leaving memories far behind. Faces blur, names slip away,The past a haze, a shadowed gray,Once clear paths now twist and wind,A world adrift, a heart confined. The moments fade like setting sun,Each day a race…