Ode to Alzheimer

My life is an open book,
The plot twists through every nook,
And every corner of that path,
Life's long journey,
My sins and my wrath,
Is gone now, misunderstood.

See, my life, the afore mentioned book,
Have been snatched from me,
Time itself took,
Ev'ry memory, good and bad,
The very Soul of me, I think I had,
Is but a shell today, useless and sad.

© Lord Kvakku