I apologies to all who cannot take a joke and I have offended.
In this life I have Alzheimer’s where my brain cells are dying each day, and each year things are less.
Today I may know you, but yet tomorrow I may not know who you are as my past overrides my present.
My eye sight is going and so I may not see you soon but I may have memory of you some where I think.
My heart is trying to do things I don’t like as my feet swells up and aches and my lungs struggle for breathe..
My dreams were few accomplish the things I put off, creating and giving to those less fortunate.
My creativity was to keep my mind working to its peak.
My new dreams now are to learn something new while doing it creatively.
You may not like me, but that is your problem..
You may not like who I am, but that is your problem.
You may not like my creativity, and that is your problem.
I cannot be any one but who I am. There is one of you and damn if I would not be your clone.
Human compassion and fellowship is part of being part of the human race…
We are all like snowflakes we are different and I would not apologies for being different,,, if you don’t like me for who I am… all I can say is tough and I feel sorry for you.
So until I forget who I am and this life have the curtsey to accept me for myself….
Written by someone forgotten
In this life I have Alzheimer’s where my brain cells are dying each day, and each year things are less.
Today I may know you, but yet tomorrow I may not know who you are as my past overrides my present.
My eye sight is going and so I may not see you soon but I may have memory of you some where I think.
My heart is trying to do things I don’t like as my feet swells up and aches and my lungs struggle for breathe..
My dreams were few accomplish the things I put off, creating and giving to those less fortunate.
My creativity was to keep my mind working to its peak.
My new dreams now are to learn something new while doing it creatively.
You may not like me, but that is your problem..
You may not like who I am, but that is your problem.
You may not like my creativity, and that is your problem.
I cannot be any one but who I am. There is one of you and damn if I would not be your clone.
Human compassion and fellowship is part of being part of the human race…
We are all like snowflakes we are different and I would not apologies for being different,,, if you don’t like me for who I am… all I can say is tough and I feel sorry for you.
So until I forget who I am and this life have the curtsey to accept me for myself….
Written by someone forgotten
May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown
