When I grow old, get small and grey,
When I don't know the time, the date or the day,
When faces are not familiar, they seem all the same,
When I remember your voice but can't remember your name.
When I forget today when tomorrow comes,
When I say the same things and roam through these same rooms,
When I forget my own name and the look of my face,
When I forget where I am, my mind no longer in place.
Remember I was like you at one time or another,
That I too saw the old as something sad, lost and that suffer,
I too felt uncomfortable seeing their light fade,
So I beg that you treat me the way you did before I changed.
I know not what I do, say or think,
I forget when to eat, to sleep, to drink,
I forget who you are when you come to my home,
But I'm always happy to see you because I hate being alone.
If you look in my eyes and see no one there,
Remember me before, I'm still back there.
By Ciara Allen and photo by Lee Jeffries.
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