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.
