Jack 1

Feb 2021

There isn’t much in life I fear

But certain words I’d hate to hear

 

Our memory is a treasure chest of all things dear

But when the brain fails, memories start to disappear

 

If your faculties start to go

And the ones you love, you start not to know

 

Becoming locked inside ourselves with nothing to show 

Then time itself becomes our biggest foe

 

What will it be like when the brain starts really dying

Do we continue to live, or just stop trying

 

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