Forgetting

 

Forgetting

Old age plays several nasty pranks,

Purloining strength and youth,

Seizing sight and sound and taste,

And modifying truth;

But worst of all the memory flees -

The day before is lost.

Though sixty years ago is clear,

Current events are tossed

Like rubbish in a refuse truck;

Confusion reigns supreme.

‘I never did, I don’t know how,

Don’t make me cry, I’ll scream.’

 

Forgetting is letting

The memories go,

Sensing identity

Fading, and so,

Child once more,

Your needs are

Met each day,

Every way,

Until

The end

Of

Time.