Alzheimer's

In the morning, I gather my thoughts of yesterday Like the foraging chipmunk, collecting acorns And stuffing them miserly in my jowls The past is sustenance for a somnolent soul As age condemns my faculties I pull, from my once copious jowl A jewel of sorts A garnet set in fool’s gold My memory is manufactured Assembled and disassembled No longer what was or is or will be But was and is and never has been Confine my thoughts to winter Where barren fields and sterile trees Offer less to recollect Empty my jaws of these useless reminiscences