When my mem’ries are gone- is my life gone too?
Is my life-worth determined by what I do?
Is who I am, defined by how I was known?
Is it true that I will reap what I have sown?
Silent years-growing fears
Stumble walk-mumble talk
Wonder wait-useless fate?
Aging? No sight, no sound and thinking deployed
Cruel or merciful- this memory void?
Mercy. Mercy. Memories tenderly held.
Mercy. Mercy, a life so lovingly veiled.