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Aug 20
you were always there
steady, reliable
stood there for years
never missed a beat
but you're getting older
the wood is beginning to wear
the pendulum is slowing
yet you're still going
the memories begin to fade
you still tick
but you can't remember my name.
It's hard seeing a loved one go through memory loss whether that be from dementia or other illnesses. My heart goes out to anyone in a similar situation.
Max Vale
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Max Vale  M/Somewhere
     Steve, MAB and Naceur Ben Mesbah
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