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Dementia, a poem
Great names, riches, rank, laughable,
no lock or key keeps out bedlam...
Moses, Augustus.. Caractacus...
no distinction will be made.
Father Mother, Brother, Friend,
attachment will not save you, or them,
uncare-full rifler upend no more
ignonimous fortune -
the clink of gold and silver
no ward or talisman against this,
this awful forgetfulness,
forgetting the name of the moon,
or earth or sky,
and pisses in corners,
no place is home,
one goes roaming
What is left to do?
The puzzle remains unanswered,
yet, for moments on end,
the mind may be beguiled by geranium leaf,
the scent of clover,
the kiss of a dog,
a passing cloud,
smiles and laughter,
and a good meal,
Eclesiastes wrote all is vanity,
so long ago,
in the the end,
all is vanity.