This has no control

I sit here while you begin to forget the names

You have a heart full of love, it's not about the fame

You can barely walk, and have a loss of breath

We can only pray you are not close to death

Looking at your fragile bones, and sad weakened face

  I can only hope you are feeling some grace

I can hear you murmor as you start to wheeze

It wont control you, fight this Alheimer's disease



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