Treasure Hunter #poetry #alzheimers #elderly


a grey- haired journey

we often stub our toes

rattle our mind for memories

caregiver regular  in tow

treasures we seek

but little do we find

momentary peeks

into a treasure filled mind

*******

daily routine

seasons change as you age

 digging up treasure

 

Look into the mind of the elderly there are vast discoveries. Sometimes there is a thin veil covering the expanse. It is worth the effort.

3 thoughts on “Treasure Hunter #poetry #alzheimers #elderly

  1. Live every day; each day, ‘another link’ in life’s rusty chain.
    _ Though I’m in my 77th year, I don’t consider myself as elderly because there are many younger souls… in age’s pain… and I consider them, more than me. _m

    each sunrise
    as this time ages our value
    another link

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