If someday oblivion, my human past, does bury, <br />I'm sure for some, but not for me, it will be scary. <br /> <br />I'll be the lucky one; no longer will I have worries, <br />as, around me, one or more of my caretakers scurries. <br /> <br />Well, I HOPE I'll have no worries IF it does happen, <br />and I'd hope that your willpower, it doesn't sappen. <br /> <br />And when my mind is fuzzy and doesn't remember, <br />I hope I'll die quickly, like some worn out, dying ember. <br /> <br />(October 2,2014)<br /><br />Bri Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dementia-death-dementia-aging-death-short-personal-ph-inspired/
