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Living With Alzheimers
my days are bright for me even though its dark outside i cant imagine the fuss and ado when i say its day light they dont understand why i see light when they only see dark their world is dark my world is light my brain is different is there really survival after living with alzheimers i dont understand what they mean im disruptive to whom i dont want to go to bed i dont feel like going to bed ive already slept in what they call day light im up now when i am up i sit here on the couch dozing thats my bed is there really survival after living with alzheimers my world is different from yours i dont know why it just is i just see things react differently to things than you do now i also hear things differently or maybe i dont hear them at all i keep coming back to validate what i heard dont ignore me is there really survival after living with alzheimers i know im a pest but i forget all the time i need to be reminded cant hold a thought in my head very long i have to repeat with my visual and hearing aids all screwed up im not hearing i do still love you even though i think your now my friend is there really survival after living with alzheimers 
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