A Living Death

 

A Living Death

 

By Elton Camp

 

All that was Richard Bonds slips away

Steadily, surely, inexorably day by day 

 

The desperation seen in his eyes is real

Dementia grows and continues to steal

 

No matter how hard he does try

People he can no longer identify

 

Perhaps he realizes he’s seen them before

But cannot place who they are anymore

 

“This is your son as you surely must recall”

But he has forgotten he ever had a son at all

 

Slowly, his family all pull away

“It’s no use,” they sadly say

 

“It’s just too bad for me to see

A nursing home depresses me

 

He won’t even remember that I came

Why, he no longer knows my name”

 

“Mister Bonds, how are we today?”

A foolish, prating aide will say

 

It’s in baby talk that she speaks
Of cheap perfume she reeks

 

Of her condescension he’s vaguely aware

But he can now only silently sit and stare

 

The competent man he was is no more

Richard awaits death to knock at his door

 


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The tragedy of Alzheimer's disease
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