The Profit of Dementia

She sat alone in her chair
And all alone she cries
This life we live is seldom fair
As the tears drip from her eyes

He memories are fading
And her strength is all but gone
A life of one so faithful
Makes all of this seem wrong

She dwells in an old person prison
Where she has be sent to die
Abandon and nearly forgotten
Does anyone care why

In a country of pseudo freedom
Where cost and convenience are king
Old people are a burden
Except for the profit they can bring

Care is sold by salesmen
Who are good at what they do
Giving the illusion
They will care for them for you

So the old are locked up tightly
And lied to all the time
Cared by minimum wage workers
In some countries this is a crime

Honor your mothers and fathers
Treat the old with respect
Have we become so callous
That we tolerate this neglect

I wish that I had answers
And could change what I see
But money speaks more loudly
And they will not listen to me


Reflections of a Walk

Water dripped from barren branches
On a gray and dismal day
There was no sound of chirping 
For the birds had flown away

The pathway wet and muddy
There was no life in sight
The wind was moody and contrary
As the cold still had it bite

My steps were slow and heavy
As with each there came a pain
Old bones are the first to know
When comes a winter rain

I think back to the days of Fall
And before them Summer and Spring
And cherish the days gone past
As only memories can bring

Yet those though are growing darker
Just like those of Winter days
As they seem to lose their color
As they blend with forgotten ways

I feel my time is ending
Even though the path goes on
I wonder if it will matter
When this old soul if finally gone

DM-2021     2/13/2021

A Dementia Nightmare

Watching fish 
on a digital screen
over and over again they swim
Some times with sound 
sometimes silent
It really doesn't matter  -anymore-
to me

Little fish swim
back and forth
no place to go -like me-
Never changing
always there
This is the only life I know 
but who cares

Watching fish
on a digital screen
over and over again
until I die