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The smile on this ladys' face
soothes his tired old eyes.
For awhile, she looks familiar
through his minds disguise.

When she leans over to say goodbye
there comes a scent, once known.
For a short time, he feels loved
and no longer is alone.

Her memory never stays too long,
so quickly, it goes away.
It hides somewhere inside him,
no longer part of his day.

The lady that sat beside him
now, walks out his door.
He was going to call her back inside,
but no longer knows what for.

*Alzheimers is a horrible, progressive disease

By Billyrob

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