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
into a treasure filled mind
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”
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
as this time ages our value
Indeed great treasure to found when we only take the time to truly listen and learn.
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