Throw me in a whirl

Never knowing how

The next minute might

Twirl…

Changes are made

Not to include me

Knowing the change

Will be a fiasco for he….

His mind is a tornado

Twisting by the hour

Causing us to constantly

Run around and scour

For something he left

And we cannot find…

As his memory is something

We seek and worry about

How long it might hide…