Aging Poem

I was a care giver for this man, he had Alzheimer. He was a Chemical Engineer. He was a wonderful man and I will never forget him

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Gift Of Life

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Published: December 2008

No one knows the gift of life
until it's seen in another's eyes.
What's he thinking I ask myself,
from this disease that he was dealt
He meets me at the door each day
with a great big smile upon his face.
The boss is in there he say's to me
and leads the way for me to see.
After breakfast our day starts
with his favorite thing, doing art.
With brush in handle swirls and spins,
up, down and back again.
One line here a circle there, different
colors everywhere.
Oh, that's beautiful he says to me,
can we hang it with the others
for all to see
Everything happens for a reason, they say
and maybe for him it was meant that way
All the riches all the gold,
could not compare what this man holds.
So what's he thinking, I ask myself
from this disease that he was dealt.
Just remember no one knows,
what today may bring or tomorrow holds
No, we don't know that gift of life
until we've looked in that man's eyes

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