The Old Woman
What a pity.
You think me foolish and senile.
I wish you could see.
Like copy's to diskette's
the words I can't remember
and the knowledge I once learned,
are stored inside the mind.
What I forgot,
you will never know.
Copyright © Hilde Bird | Year Posted 2007
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