All seems strange for a while,
As if living in an unfamiliar world,
Failing to recall all that he once learned
Those once friendly now appear foreign.
If bliss is childhood and old age its return,
Then the loss of memory becomes a bitter lesson,
Where he learns nothing but how to live in the unknown,
In an unfamiliar way for the rest of his life.
Amid the busy flow of our daily routines,
He finds himself lost along the way,
Needing a helping hand
For the simplest chores of the day
Alone in a vast world, slowly losing himself.
Before our future leads us to the same destination,
Let us extend our helping hands to them
Sharing care and love, and never leaving them alone
To feel out of place in a world
Where caring hearts still remain.
