In the echo of forgotten days, where memories used to dwell,
Lies the shadow of a person, once vibrant, now a shell.
Faces blur and names escape, like whispers in the breeze,
Time’s cruel hand erases all, with subtle, silent ease.

Moments once cherished, now slip through fragile minds,
As threads of life unravel, leaving emptiness behind.
Familiar voices call in vain, through corridors of haze,
A soul adrift in twilight, lost in dementia’s maze.

Eyes that once sparkled with tales of yesteryear,
Now gaze into the distance, trapped by constant fear.
The heart remembers what the mind can no longer find,
A poignant dance of sorrow, in the labyrinth of time.

Yet in the quiet moments, a flicker of the past,
Reminds us of the love and light that held steadfast.
Though dementia takes its toll, and memories may fade,
The essence of a life well-lived in hearts will always stay.