There once was a group of AD spouses, Who were married- some good?- some louses!, A disease came along that claimed their lives, Now we are caregivers to husbands and wives.
I knew some spouses of Alzheimers who fancied themselves to be rhymers.. their poems were so bad they drove others mad So they had to learn to be mime'ers.
I come to The Alzheimer Spouse before I turn into a souse. Spouse is so bad driving me mad. Thank goodness for Alzheimer Spouse.\
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Dementia sneaks into our lives stealing our husabands and wives. Though subtle at first in time does it's worst stealing minds and our marriage bond dies.
We're on our way to the party, our speed decreased Because we can't remember our hostess's name. I say it has three syllables at least. He says it's like a boy's, but not the same.
I say it rhymes with "skirt" and starts with "R". He says it ends with "a" and not with "t". And just before we've finally parked the car, We reach "Roberta" simultaneously.
In our long years together we have shared One family and one life of joy and pain, Not knowing that we've slowly been prepared To--fifty-fifty--also share one brain.