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AN ERASER






AN ERASER



Imagine an eraser inside the brain
Removing things and causing some pain,
Sadly each day a little more is removed
Even tho` this act has not been approved.





Everyday a little more goes missing
Yet it is not missed when reminiscing,
It`s only apparent regarding recent times
When nothing makes sense nothing rhymes.





Like a thief in the night it keeps on going
Slowly but surely it just keeps on growing,
It may very well be slow but it will get worse
This is what we could call the silent curse.





It just does not care who it chooses
But whoever they are they are losers,
They lose a bit of themselves everyday
What made them who they are goes astray.





It`s hard to watch someone you love disappear
As it is bit by bit and then year by year,
Dementia is its name and it just won`t quit
It`s sad to say that there`s no stopping it.







copyrightę2024 Elsie



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