Echo's of the years gone past,
Fleeting memories that never last,
Weathered face, weeping eyes,
Confused state, anguished cries'
Where did all the good times go?
Now lost forever, in the flow,
The tidal flow that is Dementia,
All hope lost, with no new ventures,
Until that day, that Glorius day,
When we hear, someone say,
A CURE IS FOUND, all is well,
No more to suffer, this Dementia Hell,
And once again the world will sleep,
A peaceful life, Is ours to keep.
Norrms, now SIX years diagnosed with Dementia and STILL fighting it.