Poem: Senile at 46
I am trying to remember
Where I hid myself
The note I scribbled
To remind my promises
Of what I keep forgetting to do!
Every day I create a new reason
To piss myself off
with another clumsy attempt
At forgetting what I need to do.
I would use the simile
Of having Mexican cheese for brains.
But that would just trigger
My evil innerself.
And off I go to grab a notepad
Unnecessary scribbles to waste my time.
Derailing whatever train of thought
That was so important a minute ago.
I stand here,
Shuffling my thumbs, back and forth,
Hesitating in frustration
At the precipice of the big blank.
With all the mental infirmities,
Of the brain and bad thoughts,
Deteriorating memories,
And always, a heart’s love fought.
Adding injury to insult,
are my declining memories.
As senility at 46 slowly creeps through my mind.
Remorselessly as a strangler vine
Will choke a once healthy mind.
(2015)
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