 
The Journey
I wonder what it feels like
when you no longer know
What time or day it is
or which way that you should go.
No compass to guide you
on this journey we call life,
Days now filled with confusion
and endless nights filled with strife.
Looking into your mirror
you no longer recognize the face,
Some strange person looks back
for they now have taken your place.
You want to run and hide
you don't know where you are,
You don't remember leaving
so you couldn't have gone too far.
Everything now scares you
you don't know what to do,
Do you eat those worms
on this plate in front of you?
What is this gibberish
that people are saying to you?
You'd answer them back
if only their language you knew.
You don't remember leaving
because Alzheimer's took you away,
And your journey is far from over
for you'll travel further with each passing day.
Copyright 2003 Ellen Bryant
Phenomenal Women Of The WebŪ
 
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