My husband was a professor.
He taught psychology.
But not even his expertise
Could save his memory.
At first he just misplaced the keys –
The ones to the front door.
I didn’t notice until he
Asked what the keys were for.
He liked to go on walks with me
But he would love to roam.
It was always fine until...
He taught psychology.
But not even his expertise
Could save his memory.
At first he just misplaced the keys –
The ones to the front door.
I didn’t notice until he
Asked what the keys were for.
He liked to go on walks with me
But he would love to roam.
It was always fine until...
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