I write of the abused and the misused
For the weak and the oppressed
For the confused and the distressed
I write for the silent illiterate
With so much to say, but afraid to say it
I write because Alzheimer's lurks in the shadows of the approaching years
Seeking to clothe me in it's dark veil of forgetfulness and helplessness
I write because no one has promised me tomorrow
so while I still can, I write, I write.