GOING AWAY
It never occurred to me that I am going away.
Invited into our neurologist’s private office for this visit.
We sense that something must be wrong.
The neurologist does not look up. He seems reserved.
“Early-stage Alzheimer's disease.” He mumbles.
It never occurred to me that I am going away.
I now wonder what it will be like.
It has its own allure.
Will the present Sam simply evaporate?
Is it a place of great peace?
Maybe the pain is just in getting there.
Yes, I am going away. I wonder what it will be like.
A new place of the present only.
No memory of me now.
Every day a brand-new start.
I wonder: What will the Sam of me then know of the Sam of me now?
I am not afraid, just curious.
Samuel A. Simon © 2024-2025
Invited into our neurologist’s private office for this visit.
We sense that something must be wrong.
The neurologist does not look up. He seems reserved.
“Early-stage Alzheimer's disease.” He mumbles.
It never occurred to me that I am going away.
I now wonder what it will be like.
It has its own allure.
Will the present Sam simply evaporate?
Is it a place of great peace?
Maybe the pain is just in getting there.
Yes, I am going away. I wonder what it will be like.
A new place of the present only.
No memory of me now.
Every day a brand-new start.
I wonder: What will the Sam of me then know of the Sam of me now?
I am not afraid, just curious.
Samuel A. Simon © 2024-2025
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