SERENADE 2 SENIORS An Alzheimer’s Poem
Tears in my eyes
Surrounded by people, it’s hard to talk.
Surrounded by walls, it’s hard to walk.
I need the love my wife gives, then cries.
The smile on my face covers tears in my eyes.
I’m puzzled by thoughts, I can no longer express
I’m bothered with doubts, I can no longer redress.
Support is an option I cannot access.
My body is able, my mind a big mess.