now that we're getting well on in years, 
there's a pox which to some brings tears. 
it's several conditions, all called dementia. 
and i say this to it: 'who the hell sent ya? 
the mind no longer works as it used to do, 
dementia can make an idiot out of me or you. 
better to die and save a lot of unneeded head-aches. 
i think it best if one with dementia sleeps ……… 
and never wakes.                
Lovely transport of an equally worthy idea into the poem makes it a treatise on dementia. Enjoyed it. 'dementia can make an idiot out of me or you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Don't think I'm full blown yet.: -)