Alzheimer’s

He gazes out the window as faces hurry by;
amuse him much for how they wander.
His over-stretched life now stands by.
Tasks that once thought vital now seem trivial-
But old memories in the jar scamper around,
the present: strange and blur.
Could fate lift the lid somehow?

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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