The dementia train
A lottery ticket
Lost inside an MRI machine
Results that reach into your soul
A pass for the dementia train
Slowly taking off
Speeding around corners
It stops at the station
But no way to get off
And no-one can get on
No Fat Controller here
Controlling the ride of my life
Taking me to nowhere
Kate Swaffer ©
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I’d look good in a yellow waistcoat. xxx
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poignant poem my friend
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