• Childish innocence,
    Acceptance,
    Strength.

    Childish love,
    Happiness,
    Pranks. ( whee )

    I know who I was.
    I know what I did.
    I remember everything.

    Yet it's all slipping away...
    Sand through my cupped hands...
    I can't hold on...

    It's gone, now...
    All my innocence.
    My memory is strained...

    I can't remember,
    (was that assignment due yesterday,
    Or today?)

    I can't believe,
    ("Come ON, dad,
    Santa isn't real!" )

    I can't understand...
    ("You don't understand, mom!"
    "Then help me understand!" )

    Maybe this is why
    We have alzheimers...
    So you can forget your past...

    And the pain it brings...