Dementia Settling

I don't think I'm mad but

My memories..? Run

Don't think I feel sad but

I've stopped having fun

I went up the stairs

and forgot why I'd gone

Came down and.. who cares

It revolves on and on

I can't understand

How to drive anymore

My brain's in the wind.. and

My foot's through the door

My wool hat's pulled on but..

My feet are unclad

I would wear my socks but..

Its just like my dad

If I could remember

The thing or the part

I'd rather September

Debouching debart

Than trapped in the feathon

Falanding krilane

The mourning.. the fostron

Suspicing the sane

In cough or in coffin

Take me and go off

They hide me - they're laffin

I die and .. enough

The bath's on the floorboards

It floods through the door

I paddle.. on.. onwards

To reach the far shore

With pies in the gas grill

And gas taps left on

I eat.. but the taste still..

Elusively .. gone

The world is my snap-trap

I pack up the bin

There's more to this clip-trap

The bottles go in

And pills in the waking

And pills in the night

And pills are for taking

..I must get it right

I've taken tomorrow's

The next day's as well

It adds to my sorrows

A 'medicine hell'

My cushions are splendid

Piled high to sit on

The programme has ended

.. The tele's a 'con'

Its always remote and

I can't work it out

I bawl and I throat and

I stamp and I shout

I bathe in the morning

For shops that are shut

Its somehow the evening

.. I must dress my foot

Life's ever confusing

That tray's got to leave

And who has been using..

She's dead - I must grieve

I sleep like a barmy

Old man.. and I fought

In the war in the army

In battle ..? I thought?

My tales.. entertaining

Grow wild and remote

And hours explaining

Yes.. where is my coat?

But sitting and drinking

My corner's still there

I'm chatting .. or thinking

Whenever time's spare

My friends in the pub

Are a comfort to me

And habit's the job

And just letting life be