They go in great gusts
Words lost
Like autumn leaves
to the first winds of winter
So many
Impossible to count
I had to be given the word
Count which I could not remember
I had to be given the words
Frontotemporal Lobar Degeneration
I will lose myself
In little pieces
Some quick, some slow
This they tell me
When I
Lose the word smile
Still will I smile?
Lose the word laugh
Still will I laugh?
Lose the word love
Still will I love?
Lose the word weep
Still will I weep?
Lose the word grieve
Still will I grieve?
Lose the word beauty
Still will I see beauty?
Lose the word death
Still will I know my fate?
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC
They go in great gusts
Words lost
Like autumn leaves
to the first winds of winter
So many
Impossible to count
I had to be given the word
Count which I could not remember
I had to be given the words
Frontotemporal Lobar Degeneration
I will lose myself
In little pieces
Some quick, some slow
This they tell me
When I
Lose the word smile
Still will I smile?
Lose the word laugh
Still will I laugh?
Lose the word love
Still will I love?
Lose the word weep
Still will I weep?
Lose the word grieve
Still will I grieve?
Lose the word beauty
Still will I see beauty?
Lose the word death
Still will I know my fate?
Frontal lobe dementia differs greatly from Alzheimer’s and is characterized by early loss of language and loss of inhibition which may lead to unusual behavior.
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