I was once wise, but now, old All I am, is shelter from the cold
Stripped back, until survival is all Hold me steady and delay my fall
But the signs are clear, they are my fear Who keeps their will, when their end is clear?
A forgotten fool for facing it whole But who's to say denial heals the soul?
I see in your eyes, a reminder of the days Before i saw you in disturbing haze
You ask me one last time, to remember our dreams But they're of another life and i'm tearing at the seams
This poem is from the point of view of a dementia victim, who is trying to tell their partner that they know it's over for them, and that it is better to accept it, but cannot bring this point across.