I entered, crying;
I shall go out rejoicing.
I embraced the first seasons of my life silently;
one day I shall never stop talking.
I will talk and tell stories and prattle and ask and
no one will quiet me -
Not the orderlies or the nurses
or the other Alzheimer’s patients,
not even the grouchy old lady sharing my room.
I shall go out rejoicing.
I embraced the first seasons of my life silently;
one day I shall never stop talking.
I will talk and tell stories and prattle and ask and
no one will quiet me -
Not the orderlies or the nurses
or the other Alzheimer’s patients,
not even the grouchy old lady sharing my room.
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