I ‘ve often been told when I get to be old,
the odds are that I’ll have dementia.
The time may be near, but as yet is not here,
when my mind will be found in absentia.
There’s a problem, I fear ,with my eyes and my ears.
Once I wondered when I’d hear again.
The answer’s now clear why I could not hear.
Hearing aids I found not to be in.
I sought for the light in a room in the night.
I barely could see in the place.
but the cause for my plight in the room on that night-
Sunglasses were still on my face.
Oh woe be to me, I can hear, I can see,
but still I dread losing the power
to know if I’ve been, or I’m just getting in,
to bathe in my one daily shower.