i write of the abused and misused
for the weak and the oppressed
for the confused and the distressed
i write for the silent illiterate
with so much to say, but afraid to say it
i write because alzheimer's lurks in the
shadows of the approaching years
seeking to clothe me in it's dark veil of
forgetfulness and helplessness
i write because no one has promised me tomorrow
so while i still can
...i write...i write...