Faces oft familiar
But she can’t remember why.
She rarely sees a soul she knows
And when she does, she cries.
She dreams about youthful vigour
And she’s in her prime once more!
Then she trips on time’s threshold
And memory slams the door!
All but lost to those she loves
They watch her slip away.
Into a place beyond their reach
Her spirit weaker each day.
Lost in a maze, her ravaged mind
Will never set her free!
She’s biding time until the end
When she’ll soar to eternity!
© Annabel Sheila