Another Summer Over

Another Summer Nearly Over
Another summer nearly over,
Another summer nearly done,
As we stroll into the autumn,
I look back at what I’ve done,
Has my disease progressed?
Has my Dementia got worse?
Will there ever be a cure,
To rid me of this curse,
I wake up every morning,
And fight through every day,
Praying that this illness,
Will one day go away?
But when I go to bed,
Each and every night,
The reality of it is,
Tomorrow’s another fight,
So all stand with me please,
Be proud of what you’ve done,
Let us pray together,
Of better times to come