My job is not a simple task, yet it is one that makes me happy.
Helping the helpless each day brings a smile to my face.
though the task is not easy to endure.
I watch their brains diminsh each day, yet their thoughts are still so brilliant.
When their minds wander back to the earlier years,
and they when they're returning back home
I begin to wonder,  

Do they recall their dreams, vivid and bright as they sleep,
Or do they slip right out of their hands the second they wake?
Do they no longer experience thrilling nightmares, waking up with a beating heart?
Do they remember wrapping wrinkled fingers around mine, as I help them maneouver down the hall?
And when they whisper "I love you," as I tuck them in, do they know who they're saying it to. 
And when they wake once again in the morning, will they keep in mind that last night someone told them that they loved them more?
Will they remember I was the one that loaned both my ears, or helped them dress each day?
The point is it doesn't matter if they remember me 5 years from now,
Because each day they shape and change my life.
With a new story to tell each day I come home after work,
I know I'll remember them for the rest of my life.

And although this may seem like a sad experience,
I keep in mind being on their mind as a mentor,
Even just temporarily,
Is my greatest achievement yet.